Our family of three ventured to an upscale bookstore with an extensive play area on Sunday to get out of the house. Cabin fever is making us all certifiable by now. At the bookstore there was this wonderful display of stuffed Audubon bird toys that made authentic chirping noises. We stood there mesmerized for a couple of minutes, desperately squeezing the toys to hear the sounds that we have not heard in months. It was so pleasurable, that I actually thought about snorting one of the birds. Then I picked up The American Crow and gave it a squeeze, when it occurred to me that in Cleveland we do hear the American Crow occasionally throughout the winter.
"Ug. That sound is so depressing! Why is that sound so depressing to me?" I threw it back on the pile.
My husband shrugged and sighed, "Because it is a sound that that makes you think that there is a rotting corpse nearby."
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I am probably the only person (besides Michelle) who read this and couldn't stop laughing out loud.
Just caught up on you from the last few weeks - don't stop writing no matter where you go. I hope you can hear the comments in my heart, I am not brave enough to post them most days.
Happy Easter season, change is in the air isn't it?
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