Unbelievable....

I just this minute (well, really, about 5 minutes ago) found Pop-pop's tie tack.
In the mudroom.
Where I rarely ever wear my uniform and certainly don't get dressed or apply accessories.
And, where I found it in the mudroom is even weirder.

In front of the dryer, I have a small pile of clothes baskets. I've got three or four of those things and sometimes they get used for "cat havin' kittens baskets", but usually there's at least three in the stack.
Most of the time I use one at a time. But once in every great while I use two of them. Very rarely, though.
Tonight however, as I'm doing laundry, I happened to need the second one for a load of clothes "on deck" to go in the dryer. Stickin' 'em in a basket frees up the washer so I can get the last load started.
So... I grab the second basket, and there, lying in the bottom of the THIRD basket, the one I haven't used in weeks, mind you, sits Pop-pop's tie tack.

Well, Holy shiT.
Ya know?

And, I thought this day was cool enough before midnight...

Last Friday at work, I ambled up to a table with two of my "semi"-regulars and before I even asked what they wanted to drink, I grinned at 'em and said, "Hey... How ya's doin'? Want a kitten?", and then laughed. They both laughed too and the guy says, "Not really. You want a bird?"

I've got a bird.
Another bird.
A feathered bird, not a Firebird...

This one is a conure parrot. More to the point, he's a sunburst conure, which means he's BEAUTIFUL. Yellow, orange, blue, green... just gorgeous. So's his cage, which they also gave me.

The people who gave him to me couldn't really deal with him too well anymore. The guy's had heart surgery, an infection in the sterum suture, sternum removal, a lung removed... poor guy, Jesus. Anyway, his kid had been doing the bird stuff, but she's getting married, so they gave 'im to me.

These guys live to about 45 years of age and this one is three.

I now have a chattering little burst of sunshine that'll last at least 42 more years, which it just occured to me is gonna be my age right soon.

Is this a sign, too?
Like the soccer ball?

Gotta tell ya, as I was driving the truck home with the bird in the back in his HUGE cage, I kept asking Eric if the fact that I found a soccer ball like that and the fact that I, without trying, managed to come into possession of a long-lifed bird who looks like a Grateful Dead poster, almost, were really signs from God that I can stop freaking out, or is it just me wanting it to be that and he said he didn't wanna say because if he did, he'd jinx it, so I know how he feels... *grin*

Now, I found Pop-pop's tie tack, so I've got no more questions for now.

My hand to God, I've been thanking God more often than I say "fuck" lately and that's a LOT, ya know...

I was a good kid today, too. After I borrowed my friend's truck to go get the bird, I washed it and cleaned the cab for him. In doing so, I found a check for over a hundred bucks and a hundred dollar bill, which I gave to him the second he got back from picking up brewer's grain. The check he knew about. The other he seemed surprised by. I know I was... *giggle*

Anyway, after I got done the truck, I did the 'Bird. (The Firebird, not the parrot...)

Then, I came in, about 8:30 and started cleaning the house.

I'm about to go lay down til about 6am or so. Gotta go to work.
Yeah, I know... I am up "kinda late". I know...
*rolls eyes at self*

Heh.. forgot to tell ya's... A little while back, I decided to "dress up" the uniform with a coupla splashes of red, remember? Well, after a buncha days in a row of the red, that one girl at work who has been there the longest told me I needed to do something different, because she just couldn't deal with the red even one more day. But, in saying all that, she was cool about it and even made a few suggestions, which I took her up on, so I now own a whole shit-load of different colored scarves and towels. There's blue and yellow and green and purple and an aqua-kinda color and friggin' pink, too.
Yes, pink and no, I can't believe it either.

What's even scarier than PINK is the fact that after I got all that shit together and saw it "on", it occured to me that little matching-colored earrings would be cute.
Ooh, different colored pens, too.
Then, Eric mentions matching ties and I froze for a second, then pointed alla this "accessorizing" shit out to him and demanded to know what in thee hell has happened to ME with this "girly" shit all of a sudden like...
Neither of us has a clue...

Anyhoo... I'm gonna go grab my stupid shirt outta the dryer and hang it up and then toss the rest of the whites into the dryer and go the hell to bed for a (tiny) while.

I shoulda done that a looong time ago, but hell man... I just had to tell ya's this.

Peace

Update about three seconds after posting...
I damned near forgot to tell ya's the most bizarre part about the parrot.
His name.

His name is Dad's wife's maiden name.
Murphy.
I swear to God, if it weren't for Pat....
My first thought upon hearing his name was "Oh, Jesus. Just what I wanna hafta say every goddamned day of my life for the next 40 years..." I was laughing my ass off at the time I thought that, too, by the way.
Then, Pat jumped into my head and I knew it'd be cool...
*whew*, ya know?
Honestly, his name just makes it seem that much more "meant" and portentous to me anyway.

*lmao*

Alright...
I'm outta here.

Posted by: Stevie at 02:23 AM

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Posted by: haveayen at April 15, 2005 02:21 PM (KrZEf)

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