Ziggy chases birds all day long in our back yard. He also chases squirrels, rabbits and frogs but birds are his favorite prey. I thought about it for about two seconds and could just imagine what would happen if I let Ziggy into the bathroom. He would go berserk, the bird would go berserk and the bathroom would be destroyed in under ten seconds. The shower curtain would be torn down, the shades torn off the window and I'd eventually have feathers and bird guts all over the bathroom.
I vetoed that idea and went back to Zach's room. I told him he needed to get the bird because it would crap all over the place. Zach's reply was "Lucky for us it picked the bathroom." I was still wondering how the heck a bird got into the bathroom on the third floor of our house but more concerned about getting it OUT of the house first.
I'm not a big fan of birds to begin with. Blame the Hitchcock movie. I like looking at them in the trees but not really a fan of them fluttering around inside my house. They tend to freak out and lose their bowels.
I put on my big girl pants, game face, went into the bathroom and closed the door behind me. The little sh*t (huge pun) flew behind the shower curtain, darted to the sink and zoomed past my head on its way back to the door. It hit the closed door and darted to the window and swerved back to the shower. I opened the window, hurriedly took the screen off, flung it on the floor and made a quick exit slamming the door shut with thoughts of Tippy Hedron in the back of my mind.
I went downstairs to get some orange juice and the kitchen door to our garage stood wide open, leading to the garage with one garage door open as well. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out how the little bird got inside. How it got past three dogs still amazes me.
I went back upstairs and cautiously opened the bathroom door. No bird! Just some bird poop on the roll of toilet paper. At least it knew what toilet paper was for!
The screws had come loose on the door knob leading from the kitchen to the garage and wasn't closing tight, giving our unwelcome visitor, robbers, rapists and mass murderers free access to our house.
Guess we got lucky it was just a bird.
Working all weekend, furniture store tomorrow day and restaurant tomorrow night. Sunday is Massey's Baccalaureate and working at the restaurant Sunday night. Finally getting somewhat ahead so all the work I can get is a blessing. I've been getting a lot more rest having this dual employment and feel pretty good.
Massey graduates this coming Saturday and it blows me away to think my youngest is fixing to fly the nest. At least she seems to have better direction than the spawn that invaded my bathroom .
Our house is falling apart, needs lots of work and repairs but at least we were able to keep it. In four short years it will be paid off and then can take out a home equity loan, fix it up and sell it for a pretty nice profit.
Four years ago we were in such a bad state that wondered if we could hang on to it at all.
Thanks to God, family, friends and even strangers we have made it to the promised land. We hung on for forty eight months and in forty eight more months will come full circle.
It's hard being a grown up.
Sometimes I feel like complaining but ultimately always feel ashamed. There are so many millions and millions who are so almost ridiculously less fortunate than us that I tend to just feel blessed and keep on keeping on.
"A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush."
It's better to have a lesser but certain advantage than the possibility of a greater one that may come to nothing..
Til next time...COTTON
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