Nature in the Big City

There have been many feasts for the eye today.
This morning-
Swan tip ups:
The swans tip their butts in the air to feed on the stuff in the lake. Ducks do it and so do geese. Swans have much bigger behinds,and black legs that keep on kicking while they tip. Hilarious!

Baby Bunnies:
In the small island of vegetation opposite of the pickup window at Tim Hortons, my keen eye (from generations of hunters, though not me) spies a brown rabbit.She is squatting down and then I see the reason. She's nursing a brood of babies! Tiny babies, eyes still closed.They're furred though and have tiny ears.

Baby Birdie:
While unpacking another load of stuff into the new duplex, I spy birds above us and my son says MOVE! They poop on the space we previously occupied. They're screeching at us madly. Next to the air conditioner, a baby. He's out of the nest too early. He has fuzz still.Mom and Dad feed him from his hiding spot near the conditioner and under the deck. Hope the alley cat doesn't get him.

I love nature. I hate the way we're pushing animals from their natural habitats. Too many squashed critters too. Makes me feel very sad.
Recently, a mother coyote and her 6 pups were relocated from Grosse Pointe Shores to the "Thumb" area. ( Those not from Michigan,call a friend)

Somewhere In Time

Part of the reason I love my new home is because I have always been enamored of history.
I love Greenfield Village, a museum that is in Dearborn Michigan . It is set up as a village and all of the buildings are furnished and restored to their period.You literally walk from home to home and actors often portray people of the homes.They even have an old fashioned one room school house. It contains a large number of historic buildings. I have been there many times and I have had a membership several times.
Today I was struck by the thought that I was living in history. My home is from 1920, the church behind me is quaint in it's hourly bells and twice daily hymns. My home is in the Arts and Crafts style. My furniture is "Arts and Craftsish" with a sprinkling of antiques. The oldest being from the early 1900's. I have old stuff and I love it all the more because it's old.
The neighborhood has changed little from the 20's and 30's. Tomorrow, I plan on going to town walking , something I have never been able to do as a suburbanite.
I feel as though through some twist of fate,I have been able to slip in unnoticed and live in Greenfield Village. Yes,the city buses, boom cars, and satellite dishes are all too apparent. I haven't slipped a cog. I am simply charmed by the antiquity of my new little town of Grosse Pointe Park.

I hereby renounce crap

I have decided to renounce my materialistic tendencies.
Moving has been the catalyst. I have sooooo much crap.And it is crap.
Much will be donated, much will be left behind for the person that bought the house to deal with.
I am overwhelmed, tired, worried and irritated. My only relief is when I enter my new flat. It's quiet, neat, ( because my "crap" isn't and won't be there), and so matching my new viewpoint of life.
The Big Move is Sunday. Boxes all day Saturday. Feh, I hate moving.

By the way,the pic isn't my house. Right now, mine is much worse.

Imps

Can't seem to shake it. I never know what will bring this on.
Looking up at the stars this evening, I felt an overwhelming sense of dread.
Things are looking up for me as I am on the verge of moving into a flat that I love,
yet underneath it all, a little voice whispers " You'll only screw this up too"
and " Something will go wrong, you don't deserve this" It used to have my ex husband's voice but now it's only my own.
I would chalk it up to self loathing, but I feel good right now. Pessimism? Maybe.
I just wish I could feel good about my decisions and not worry about the evil little imps of destruction I always anticipate.

Pooh Bear

I tend to be a worrywart. I came by it naturally from my Mom. She worries herself sick and obsesses about everything.
After a big storm, I went to the new flat to discover a small puddle in my bedroom.
Then upon inspection of the basement, I found 1/2" of standing water in a large section of the storage area.
I had never seen the basement in light before because the former tenants let all of the light bulbs burn out and the real estate agent, who handles the property for the landlord, never replaced any of them.
I was heartbroken. When I lost my house to foreclosure,I found this place instantly and really felt that it was the answer to my prayers. It was a real "God Thing". He took my ashes and changed them to beauty. He does that sort of thing.
I tentatively called the landlord. Who wants a tenant that complains about stuff before they've even moved in? My fears were alleviated when he called me back right away,as did his maintenance man. Tim, the maintenance man will be meeting me Saturday to look at the roof and the storm drain in the basement. The landlord assures me that everything will be taken care of immediately.
When all of this happened,I freaked out, but I did think " Hey Denise, if this is a God Thing, won't He take care of this problem?" He did.
I also read the Tao of Pooh. Pooh and I have a lot in common. Prior to my disastrous marriage, I was a person that viewed life with childlike curiosity and a trusting positive nature. I have begun returning to that viewpoint. I am mature enough to realize that being a trusting innocent can bring me misery if I have faith in less-than- trustworthy persons for I do not live in The Hundred Acre woods.
I sure would like to. I even like honey.