The Sparrow is Flying Again

The first month of 2023 is almost behind us. How the fuck did that already happen?

We have a pet. His name is Birdie. Birdie is in love with himself. He can’t stop looking in the mirror. Ever since coming back to work I have seen Birdie admire himself to the point of obsession. He can’t look away. Does he have an emotional attachment to his reflection, I wonder? Is he dim to the point that he believes his reflection is another bird he must joust with? Whatever the case, Birdie has become an amusement for our office. We come and go and Birdie is always by his mirror. If Birdie is happy so are we. If Birdie leaves we will forever be saddened.

Well we finally had a few days which it actually did feel like winter. Rain!! About time if you ask me. I want a little bit of season. I finally was able to light up my fire place. How I miss that. Can’t not like some soup weather. My girlfriend seemed to enjoy it as well. I don’t know how to make a small batch of this soup so it was nice to have someone to eat it with me. It’s probably been since my wife was still under my roof that I last made it. I call it green chili chicken & dumplings. It’s prepared in a slow cooker and it cooks for 7 hours. I don’t consider it that spicy but I guess it does have some heat. It has not quenched my soup cooking appetite though.

People are so damn strange. I’ve had some weird encounters with them this last go round. My ex randomly attacked me via text message. That was a real treat. It seems I serve no purpose in her life and she blocked me every way she could. I have only tried to be civil. What can you do. Damn shame really. I had a question I needed to ask her about a recipe that she once cooked all the time and I had to figure it out all on my own. I think I succeeded. But damn, people. I’m still not sure what that was about. It was early so I’m thinking she was still drunk from the night before. I know how it goes.

Not much to write about this week really. I took Monday off because why the heck not. The rest of the week was just a typical week. Two retirement parties I attended. Crappy free food. It is what it is.

I should mention I am having disciplinary issues with one of my dogs, Owen. He has taken to getting things off my kitchen counter and eating/destroying them. It all started, oddly enough, with him eating my bars of soap out of my shower. Don’t even understand why he would be doing that. What is the appeal. I had to start closing the door to my bathroom and eventually I got a shower rack. He still tried. He destroyed a gift I had for my girlfriend. He also took her purse off the counter and raffled through it one morning. He has gotten ahold of packages. Destroyed my mail. He didn’t use to do any of this until I went back to work after my long month off. I don’t know if it’s some sort of separation anxiety but I don’t know what to do with him. I have taken to closing him up in a bedroom but I really hate doing that. If anyone has any suggestions please share with me. If he wasn’t so damn sweet I might be looking for him a new home or seeing if the ex-wife wanted him. It’s getting expensive and frustrating to say the least.