Continuing to document the mundane / usual days >> like another “waiting for a bus (when i shoulda adjusted my flower) to go to seitai medical treatment”.
Really though, just an excuse to say “thanks for all the kindness of late” – its nice to be your friend + poetry, convos & snaps.
By the way, these are the glasses that were broken several weeks ago and now magically repaired… Serving me well since 1994 (on and off)
Bits and pieces or recent days included with minor annotations in captions and so on:
First: No tenants in the first birdhouse, though lots of birdies around, but made another one anyhow. Its like a housing development here (with no strata fees).
i might just put action figures in the houses instead – I make bird houses (even though no birds seem want to live in them). But I get to make them regardless. This has zero cost and minimal skill and maximum satisfaction. No conventions or preconceived notions of outcomes
unrelated: after building another birdhouse, i submitted 3 poems to one place and 2 to another, ergo:
* Barbed Wire Scars (approx 37 lines) * Alchemists Confer with Hypnotists (approx 32 lines) * Nowhere to Call (approx 21 lines) ++ * How Shall We Fill This Vessel * Aye Carpathia
Ichiro Bench project: More scraps into action to make a workbench for Ichiro who digs playing with his tools & pounding nails. Ichiro loves playing with brooms, rakes, shovels and these kinds of things so… will drill some big holes in the right side of the bench to stash in his own tools
Nobody’s moved into the birdhouse yet so I followed some ideas/advice and made a bigger hole, added a welcome sign, and then thatched the roof just for aesthetics.
Might add some seeds and nuts after I rehang it to really entice someone to move it to move in (I thought about putting up a real estate sign with a headshot of the agent, scheduling an open house, and waiting for offers to roll in 20% over asking price… but then I remembered I wasn’t in Vancouver anymore :))
[update] added seeds on frontporch & changed hanging location
Made a birdhouse from some scraps of wood, noting birds don’t care about “perfection“ (and fun to make while they’re tweeting all around around me.)
Added on a little bit of an “front porch“ so the little birdies can hang out and enjoy the view and have an easy landing spot.
Note: scraps from poncho stashed inside for nesting – decades ago we would watch the Good the Bad and the Ugly in my VW bus in Orem high school parking lot with Bob Olson & Cory DeMille et al
