Filling the birdfeeder makes me feel a little like The Claw in the Pizza Planet vending machine in "Toy Story."
"The Claw decides who will stay and who will be chosen..." I'm paraphrasing, but I can hear the little three-eyed alien dolls (or are they three-headed with three eyes in each head? Clearly, I haven't watched "Toy Story" recently enough).
I fill the feeder on my way out in the morning, between 7:15 and 7:45 depending on how I go to work. The birds have been up rather longer than that, and by the time I stagger into the kitchen to dump cereal into a bowl, they've congregated forlornly around the empty feeder. Like the aliens, they're not overly bright and they travel in packs. Yet when I come around the side of the house, scoop in hand, they disperse. Okay, so the aliens worship the claw and the birds clearly do not worship me, but they do worship the feeder. They seem not to understand the connection between the arrival of me, the Scary, and the deposit of seed in the feeder.
I could fill it in the evening so I wouldn't have to wake up to a bunch of mopey sparrows, of course.
Egg was just looking in The Synonym Finder (I guess there is a synonym for thesaurus) for something or other and came across--I'm not clear how--the phrase "sweet patootie" and laughed at its presence. "Isn't that what Sally Brown called Linus?" I asked. But no one remembered. I remember someone calling someone that because the callee yelled back, "And I am not your sweet patootie!" The delayed response (I remember the little figure alone in his panel) makes me think it was Linus. Schroeder, I continued to ruminate, barely responded to Lucy at all, except to rip his piano out from under her head. And would Peppermint Patty have been so girly with Charlie Brown? Then I wondered aloud why all the aggressive lovers among the Peanuts were girls. Charlie Brown loved the little red-headed girl from afar.
Egg's and my hapless coworker, whose conversation tends much more work-ward than ours, opined that he didn't think Peppermint Patty was aggressive to Charlie Brown. Just buddy-buddy with him. "The only one she was aggressive with was Marcy."
"Yeah, but Marcy worshipped her," I countered, unlike Schroeder and Linus and Charlie Brown with Lucy, Sally, and Patty respectively. "Like Mrs. Danvers."
Neither of them had read Rebecca or seen it.
But I think I have my new dissertation topic.
And what did Hapless, who needs a better name, know anyway? I said that Patty's behavior might have calmed toward Charlie Brown over the years, but way back when she first arrived (I have read, if you can call it that, collections dating back well before her 1966 arrival), she was all over him for more than just baseball. "Oh," he said. "Well, I only ever watched the cartoons anyway."
Hm. The phrase is "sweet babboo," not "sweet patootie," which now sounds too risqué anyway. And Marcie (it's spelled Marcie, according to Peanuts' syndicate) is sweet, unlike Mrs. Danvers. But I bet Mrs. Danvers called Rebecca "sir."
Oh, I like this book, which is not as advanced a children's book as I first thought, just long and multi-layered. The new reason for the liking is that Chabon includes bits from other books in it. A pair of glasses that someone uses looking for his father (A Wrinkle in Time), a midget giant (like Glew in the Prydain Chronicles), and someone being madly crazy about liverwurst (The Cricket in Times Square). There are all the tropes, too, of course: quest for parent, travel in the Lands Beyond, and Reading Is Useful. Also, copious use of the verb "scamper."
Oh! I can add two books to the Invisible Library, How to Catch Lightning and Smoke and The Wa-He-Ta Brave's Official Tribe Handbook.
Elliptical: 40' @ levels 13-15, heartrate ~155, calories ~600+
Then some weights, but I didn't bring the sheet that says what weight on which piece so I wasted time dithering around.
Cage seated row, 3x10 @50
Lat pull (back) 3x12 @50
Cage tricep rope push down 3x10 @50
Hammer incline chest 3x10 @30
Cybex leg extensions 3x12@70
Back extensions, 50
Also there is an exercise for my transverse abdominals, kinda like a pushup but you're always up, up on your forearms and toes with your abs as tight as can be. When I started this three weeks ago, it was a struggle to do two 30" holds. Now I can do 90".