Who has a bird in hand? Not I! We are dog people these days.

The only birds I’ve had in hand were years ago, a single yellow head Amazon parrot and later, one lesser sulfur-crested cockatoo by the unbelievably appropriate name of Racket. He was noisier than a pack of dogs and more destructive. He ate the bindings off an entire Encyclopedia Britannica and the wood arms of an antique sofa.

Not content with this, he continued to work on the sofa, tearing off the new upholstery one beakful at a time. And no, you cannot keep your parrot caged all the time.

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Anyway, as clichés go, “a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush” is not one of my favorites. Its intent is to warn you to not get greedy (I think) … or does it mean you should settle for what you have and not take risks lest you wind up with nothing? One way or the other, it’s not my kind of cliché .

I favor the cliché you hear on every cop show on television.

“Stay in the car.” Even though we all know that no one actually stays in the car and everyone knows that no one ever stays in the car, scriptwriters can’t help themselves. They simply must put that in there somewhere.

I had a genuine moment of bliss last night. Longer than a mere moment. More like an hour and a half of bliss. There were multiple contributing factors.

An audiobook in which I was happily engrossed. Munching on trail mix from heaven which included white chocolate bits, dark chocolate covered dried cranberries, crunchy stuff coated in honey and yogurt, dried bananas and a few less identifiable elements. It was all mine to eat because Garry can’t eat that stuff. Diverticulitis. He has never mentioned this to his family, so they continue to send him goodies he can’t eat.

But I can eat them, no problem. Thus, like any good wife, I endeavor to save him from himself. I eat it for him. I report back to assure him it was really delicious. Well, I was saving him from himself. It’s a pretty big bag of mix, so I expect to be saving him again tonight and with luck, tomorrow night too.

Meanwhile, “Blameless” being a rather long book, I may be still adventuring through the mad Victorian world of Gail Carriger.

Thus the moment of bliss. My bed is comfortable and I was curled up, warm and comfy. Garry had the headphones on, watching a movie. My pain meds were kicking in. Genuine bliss.

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Twelve hours later and it is morning. Sunshine is streaming in through windows on the east side of the house, something it hasn’t done in a while. For the past 10 days, we’ve had sullen grey skies with accompanying drizzle. At least it wasn’t snow, but today, out came the sun …


Is that more sun I see? No it’s the SON, my son, bearing pizza. And bread sticks. It’s barely 10 in the morning. But now I know, as sure as the earth turns, dinner will come and we will eat pizza. Does life get better than this?

In the midst of all this joy, to put the cherry on top of my banana split, a note arrives from my bank. I’ve received a direct deposit! Has my boat come in at last? It’s my royalties! I open the email with trembling fingers.

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Life just doesn’t get better than this. This celebration calls for more coffee, don’t you think?

Life and the moment I am in — right now — is my “bird in hand.” Now is worth everything.

Cliché — Clichés become clichés for a reason. Tell us about the last time a bird in the hand was worth two in the bush for you.

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10 replies

  1. Your post cheered me up considerably this morning Marilyn. The holiday is caput and so are my holiday blues. Life is back to some semblance of normalcy. I joined the girls and James at McDonald’s this morning. I got back my video camera that was on loan to my photography student, Liz. I ate hot leftovers from Christmas dinner and washed all the Tupperware container for return to the sender. It isn’t even lunch just yet but already it’s been a good day.

    We need to slow down and look for the little things in life that are amongst our biggest blessings. Peace & quiet are at the top of my list. As I was talking with Liz at the kitchen counter I was commenting on the golfers on the path that is in my back yard. Liz agreed with me that WC Fields said it best, “Golf is a good walk wasted”!


    • I have to remind myself too because I’m not really up to big stuff these days. I’d better enjoy the small moments or I won’t enjoy anything at all. Right now, I’m reveling in leftovers and not having to cook.


  2. The hubs has diverticulitis, but I can’t convince him to stop eating the stuff that makes him groan. He’s convinced (despite evidence to the contrary) that all he needs is to get enough fiber and he’ll be fine. Silly man… and since I have IBS and GERD, the stuff that makes him groan makes me groan too. Stupid stomachs.

    By the way, your pictures make me envious. When I get a permanent residence, I will have beautiful plants too. Just you wait. ^_^


    • Thank you. Garry is allergic to pain, so he doesn’t eat things that cause pain. He won’t even think about eating things that might give him a tummy ache. Sometimes rank cowardice has a useful purpose.

      I used to have a full jungle in my house … hundreds of plants. It got to be a massive load of work, so now it’s just those few. But I also choose plants that are easy keepers. They only need water occasionally and thrive in relatively low light.

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  3. Treasure the moments of bliss. I am now treasuring no more shopping until Monday, but still snowing. A shame that Mr. Swiss does not blog, he could have a long talk with Gary and they could compare their diverticulitis problems, although Mr. Swiss was operated a few years ago, so at the moment not too bad, but something always remains. I know it can be very painful and his digestive system is now a few centimeters shorter. I have never listened to an audio book. At the moment am reading the third book in the Ken Follet trilogy. It is so good, Edge of Eternity, about the sixties going onto the seventies. It was a birthday present from son No. 2. The historic bits from the sixties are really interesting, makes me realise how much I missed.


    • I loved Ken Follett’s first trilogy, “Pillars of the Earth.” Haven’t gotten to the newer one. But I will, eventually.

      Nobody ever suggested Garry have surgery. They just told him not to eat nuts or seeds. Considering salted nuts were among his favorite snack foods, it was a bit of a bad day at Black Rock for him. But I’ve taken care of the problem by eating all of it myself, which anyone looking at my hips these days could easily ascertain.

      I do not envy you the snow. Last year, by this day, we were buried in about 5 feet of snow and ice, so I’m not sorry that we can see actual earth out there. There are even a few surviving insects. The birds are happy because the lakes aren’t frozen. It hasn’t been cold enough to freeze anything, even at night. I can’t remember it being both this dry and this warm so late into the winter, but if our snowblower goes unused this year … that works for me!!

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      • I think they only operate the really serious cases, and Mr. Swiss was serious as it could have lead to a perforation or something like that. I read Pillars of the Earth and only this week realised there is a band 2, so when I get round to it I will read that as well. The trilogy I am reading is The Century Trilogy with Fall of Giants, Winter of the World and Edge of Eternity.


        • I haven’t read the rest of Follett’s historical fiction because it is long. These days, my attention span is not up to the 50-hour epics. Life keep interrupting my reading. Since that last round of surgery, I’ve been listening to audiobooks rather than reading print. Part of the problem are my eyes, which have recently declined to focus on pages of text. The other is my brain, which has declined to focus on anything at all.


  4. Pizza and breadsticks!! Hallelujah!


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