The Fat Lady Sang and Sang and Sang

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She sang today.

You know the one I mean - - - the really fat one that sings to signal that it's over.

I finished packing up my personal things out of my classroom, loaded them in my Durango, and drove away.

Now I am just me - - - whoever that is without teaching.

Many of you have asked what I'll be doing. I don't know what I'll be doing - - - but I do know what I WON'T be doing.

I don't plan to find another teaching job. I do plan to wait until after we return from our vacation to Wisconsin in July before I give any serious thoughts to the next "thing".

In the meantime - - - - I shall be watching some of these:



Mr. Goldfinch and his entire family stay with us year around. Mr. Rose-breasted Grosbeak only passes through on his way to greener pastures. This year he stayed around for a few days - - - just long enough to make us think he was staying, and then he checked out.


Meet Mr. Bluebird. Mr. Bluebird has lived in our yard for several years - - - but THIS year he has taken on a whole new personality.

A few days ago, a raccoon or something opened up the bluebird house, cleaned out the nest and all the young, and knocked the house to the ground.

Mr. Bluebird, like any good daddy, became very distraught and began flying right up to our family room window, perching on the hummingbird feeder, and tapping on the glass.


Fisherhubby put the house back on the tree, sealing the door to keep the "pests" out.

Though we have seen Mr. and Mrs. Bluebird return to their house, Mr. now prefers to sit right up near our windows indulging in frequent flapping and pecking.

Strange birdie behavior!!!

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