Every time I surface for air in my blog, I feel like it's been a long journey and I'm finally home again. I never thought I'd be so attached to my blog, the idea of changing it to look like my site would freak me out. It's pretty, all subdued grays and blues. And easy on the eyes.
I've been working--got to get time in while people are off on vacation, and uhm...working more, and doing the whole school thing. Thank God--it's final exam week. Another few days and I'll have a break before spring semester.
I just spent a long five hours working on payroll taxes, only to have the computer tell me I was wrong, wouldn't I like to do it again? No--I don't want to do it again. No feedback, no re-try. Once I know where I went wrong, I'll be better prepared for the next time, but--since I don't get feedback until after midnight, it'll be too late. Sometimes I don't like on-line classes. It takes forever to get a reply, there isn't a lot of help, and I'm paying full price. I don't care if they are retraining credits, a couple thousand to learn--from a book at home?
And the whole bookstore thing? I know "my dollars support the school", but seven hundred dollars for three? The company that did my accounting textbook puts out an ebook--for budget minded students. But I didn't find out about it until I bought the hardback and I only know because it's written on the inside cover.
On the flip-side, I noticed a lake across the street from where I work. It was hidden by the trees, but now that it's bare, it's pretty cool. I work in the very last building before a protected wetland, and my old pals, the crows, have followed me from Virginia.
(just kidding, I seem to have a crow escort or something. They always find me)
Every morning when I get out of my car, there are a couple sitting on a tree, waiting. A ornithologist at Cornell, Kevin McGowan, said he feeds crows peanuts, and I did for the longest time--then I moved to Cheerios. My kids are always starting boxes, so there's more than enough to go around. Crows are some of the smartest animals out there. They recognize people--not just "as" people, but as individuals. And I guess because I've been hanging out with them, I've started to recognize a lot of their calls.
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I have a green naped "crow" behind me telling me what a bad bad bird he is. But I'm still envious of your feeding them cheerios. I'll have to try that.
I know exactly what you mean when you say coming to your blog is like coming home. It's a safe place (generally), something we set up and do to suit ourselves.
Taxes. Yick. Gotta do mine. (Do you want to do it over again? Hah! Sorry, I know that sucks.)
I am fascinated by birds and the sound the crows sometimes make outside makes me laugh. They sound just like a crazy bird. So that's what I call them: crazy birds.
I noticed the crows today. Your blog truly is easy on the eyes. I like blue. Do I have anything brilliant or witty to say? Obviously not, but, whew, I don't need to here. :o)
lol, E/Bri, crows will eat anything--seriously. Anything. But they won't eat people who feed them, and they wait--oh, about two feet away while you look in the trunk.
Andi, you're right. My blog is my home in a way my site isn't. lol....and you do this "all" the time? By the time I get through it, I'll feel better, but damned if I didn't think I had it all right, and turned out I got a 70. Is that passing? I don't think a seventy is passing *worry worry*
I like green, Deanna. And I like naps too. The crows are out in force.
Have you ever listened to the Dark is Rising by Susan Cooper? The original school-copy, where it sounds just like a radio-play? For some reason the rooks remind me of crows, and I hear the voice, "The dark is rising, Will Staunton." Every time I see a murder in the sky.
Make sure you get the hang of payroll! Seriously, three quarters of the people who will want to hire you will do so because payroll defeated them. Most everything else a determined entrepreneur can skim by with minimal help, but when they mess up the payroll they get three government agencies and their own employees breathing down their necks.
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