the rock he stood upon...
Jun. 5th, 2002 12:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7Whee. My computer's online. cheering me up already. Ann's online now, so I'm not currently online, but I will be, probably all night tonight. Oh sweet blessed keyboard that i can actually use. Ahhh.
Been taking pictures of Mom's irises-- she has some real beauties-- and reading her copy of the Sibley Guide to Bird Life And Behavior. Fascinating.
My first tidbit is that female hummingbirds live 25% longer than males. The reason? Males shorten their lives by exhausting themselves every mating season; they focus so exclusively on pursuing mating opportunities that they lose 20% of their body weight every mating season. There's a lesson to be learned in this, I think.
I've learned lots of other fascinating things... I'm not a birder myself; not really that interested in it. But I'm surrounded by them, especially here: my mother is a veteran participant in Cornell's Feederwatch program, and has two bird feeders, a suet feeder, and two hummingbird feeders. (By the way, if anyone has any suggestions for how to keep squirrels out of a hummingbird feeder, they'd be welcome-- we think we might've managed to raccoon-proof the darn thing, but the squirrels somehow keep drinking the nectar. And our damn cats aren't doing their part to keep the gray squirrel population down.) There's a beautiful red-bellied woodpecker that comes to the seed feeder very often, besides the assortment of ruby-throated hummingbirds and various finches, nuthatches, doves, titmice, blackbirds, robins, etc. that come to the seed feeders.
Anyhow. It's beautiful here but I don't really want to be here. I can only be productive when my family isn't home. My mom just... I can't tell her anything, i can't do anything with her watching, I can't suggest anything to her. I'm helpless to explain to her what I want, etc. It's infuriating. And I can't defend myself against her. So... eck. I can't live here.
On other notes, I managed to finally download the email for my one account, so I finally got all my livejournal comments. Thanks guys, I just never saw them on the webpage. It's tough, when you're online for like 10 minutes a day, and you're not getting email notifications.
I have a bunch of anonymous posts and I'd like to reiterate my old rule: i don't care if you tell me your real name, I just want some kind of pseudonym, a consistent one. Just like the livejournal readers that leave comments.
I'd also love to know whether I've met you or not, but I'll settle for knowing if you've commented here before. That's all I really want. I like to know if it's a continuation of a conversation, or an initiation of contact. Thanks.
And to everyone who's helping me in my job search, thank you! All support is welcomed.
Been taking pictures of Mom's irises-- she has some real beauties-- and reading her copy of the Sibley Guide to Bird Life And Behavior. Fascinating.
My first tidbit is that female hummingbirds live 25% longer than males. The reason? Males shorten their lives by exhausting themselves every mating season; they focus so exclusively on pursuing mating opportunities that they lose 20% of their body weight every mating season. There's a lesson to be learned in this, I think.
I've learned lots of other fascinating things... I'm not a birder myself; not really that interested in it. But I'm surrounded by them, especially here: my mother is a veteran participant in Cornell's Feederwatch program, and has two bird feeders, a suet feeder, and two hummingbird feeders. (By the way, if anyone has any suggestions for how to keep squirrels out of a hummingbird feeder, they'd be welcome-- we think we might've managed to raccoon-proof the darn thing, but the squirrels somehow keep drinking the nectar. And our damn cats aren't doing their part to keep the gray squirrel population down.) There's a beautiful red-bellied woodpecker that comes to the seed feeder very often, besides the assortment of ruby-throated hummingbirds and various finches, nuthatches, doves, titmice, blackbirds, robins, etc. that come to the seed feeders.
Anyhow. It's beautiful here but I don't really want to be here. I can only be productive when my family isn't home. My mom just... I can't tell her anything, i can't do anything with her watching, I can't suggest anything to her. I'm helpless to explain to her what I want, etc. It's infuriating. And I can't defend myself against her. So... eck. I can't live here.
On other notes, I managed to finally download the email for my one account, so I finally got all my livejournal comments. Thanks guys, I just never saw them on the webpage. It's tough, when you're online for like 10 minutes a day, and you're not getting email notifications.
I have a bunch of anonymous posts and I'd like to reiterate my old rule: i don't care if you tell me your real name, I just want some kind of pseudonym, a consistent one. Just like the livejournal readers that leave comments.
I'd also love to know whether I've met you or not, but I'll settle for knowing if you've commented here before. That's all I really want. I like to know if it's a continuation of a conversation, or an initiation of contact. Thanks.
And to everyone who's helping me in my job search, thank you! All support is welcomed.
