The Birds

Yes, the Birds were strange today. I was walking down the street contemplating, well, nothing in particular really, when a big black raven (looked like a crow to me, but here I think they are just ravens) cawed loudly in my ear as it flew past in complete disregard of my personal space. From its perch in the next tree it kept cawing at me, and swooped several times, clearly not in favour of my presence. It was then that I had flashes of me taking Jessica Tandy's place, in front of that poor excuse for a 1963 backdrop of black birds being jostled around on the ends of fishing line, with me flailing my arms wildly in vain hope of keeping my eyes in the sockets where they belong. Like the movie, it was a little surreal.

Just like my wild ideas of being over-run by cute, furry little squirrels, because they are absolutely everywhere. Yes, I think the 'fresh air' is definitely laced with the distinct aroma of whacky tobacky, and I have succumbed to the parallel universe that it provides...

Well, work was completely unchallenging, although I think I will like sitting there, being paid for doing absolutely nothing. Seriously, I am looking after a phone that will not ring in the University of British Columbia's Architecture Dept., simply because its summer, school is out and there is no faculty currently on campus. But it does get me out of the house.