Whine with wine

Inquiring minds want to know………. The line goes that way and there’s much to tell those inquiring minds from Whine & Wine on last Wednesday night. Twenty five women ____ed, moaned and whined about what sends them over the edge. They’re smart women so, of course, they stay on this side of the edge. Conversation was plentiful, energy was high, wine drank and yummies consumed.

One brave smart man came too! A member said “ Another successful event well done! I had fun and met some interesting people. Once word gets out how much fun they are and what great contacts one can make, you will have to rent the Segal Center.” I’m for that. The more the merrier.

So here’s what’ll satisfy your inquiring mind about what happened.

We presented to the Central Virginia Food Bank a check for $1377.00 from the WOW! You know that we tithe to a non-profit that serves women and children.

Anyone care to guess what the 2 biggest whines were? The vote was unanimous! The second place irritation was the shipper that sent the customers rushed order to the wrong place, missing the client's deadline!!!!!!!

The #1 whine......Drum roll please here. The # 1 whine is health insurance that makes a sick, suffering patient suffer and worry more because of lousy coverage!!!!!!

Pictures are on the way as soon as I figure out how to use my new digital camera.

8 day old babies

8 day old babies

At 8 days the two babies are as big as a walnut and covered with wee tiny feathers for wings and fluffy down over the rest of their bodies. They’re either a ball of down filling up the nest asleep or they’re upright with their moths wide open ready for Mom to drop food in. My babies did the same, either sleep or eat, come to think of it.

Yesterday, Tuesday, I was in the garden practicing a speech. Mom had a huge tender morsel for the gang. She bounced and flittered all over the place tricking me about the nest location. Only when I stood very still for several minutes would she enter the secret place in the ivy to feed them.

This morning all the birds were fussing and raising hell. Tillie, my neighbor’s cat, was lurking in the garden. Just in time to chase her away, I saw her poise to jump into the nest.

It’s funny how I’ve gotten attached to watching these babies. Every day I check on them. I clap my hands and holler to chase Mom away and still she takes off just in the nick of time to keep from scaring me when I peek on the tiny flock.

I wrote this on thursday morning, very early. Needing some exercise, I took my hour long walk. Again I checked on the nest.

There were only 2 unhatched eggs. The babies were gone.

Nature has a plan and works all of these things out...wether we like it or not.

I have babies!

I have babies!

That sounds odd, considering my age and my daughters' ages!

Two chicks have hatched in the sparrow's nest in the ivy pile by the statue in the garden. They're scrawny little naked pips with wild feathers here and there. They look like wee punk rockers on a bad trip.

17 days ago I discovered the nest with 4 eggs. Mom caught my attention as she was taking nest building stuff into the ivy. She laid an egg every day for 4 days. Silly me thought birds laid their eggs all at once. Now that I think about it my bottom hurts just to imagine all that mass popping out.

It's exciting because it's the first time there's been a nest where I can look into it completely. You know I've taken daily peeks monitoring progress, making noises as I approach so Mom'll fly away. Sometimes she surprises me by flying out as I peek.

Mom's watching and feeding now. Two more eggs to hatch.

Quick Facelift

Do you know how you turn the windshield wipers on when you mean to put the car in gear?

For the past 24 hours that's what I've been doing when putting the car in gear. It's a rental car while my real car Cadillac's getting repaired.

While parked and minding her ( yes, it's a woman - named Glory B) own business in a city garage in Norfolk, some idiot ran over Glory B's front bumper! Left black rubber marks all over her and knocked off the front license plate! And poked a hole in the bumper! I never did find the plate or any note saying who'd done the dastardly deed on her.

Yesterday I left Glory at the car hospital for plastic surgery. Geico (my
insurance company) provided a rental with a gear shift on the center console and wipers on the column. That's where Glory's gear shift is so you can see my dilemma.

That little rental has the cleanest windshield in town.

Glory's well now and back on the streets with no signs of her surgery. Customer service and repair were wonderfully quick using Geico's express service. It's a finely tuned process - very easy with lots of customer contact.

Imagine a face lift complete in 30 hours! If only a plastic surgeon could do as well for me.