Kelly's Quotidian

Years ago, a few months after moving into my house, I decided to start walking my dogs. I have to admit it was somewhat promted by “Your Obese Dog” literature handed to me by the vet after getting the pups their shots-I got the hint:-) While exploring the neighborhood and learning which blocks to avoid-my neighborhood had a very different attitude about pet ownership. Many folks thought of their dogs wandering the neighborhood as a “social” thing, visiting their friends rather than chasing me and mine down the street. So our regular route took a rather non-direct, somewhat scewed direction. The coolest part of the walk was that we walked around a seminary or convent of sorts-dedicated to Benedictine. On its grounds, as well as all through out the area, were several pecan trees.
Parrots like pecans.
One day whilst dragging the chubba puppa and being dragged by sneaky, I hear a very strange sort of bird call-very screechy and distinct. It seemed to get louder and more intense as we walked closer to the convent. I looked up into a pecan tree at the entrance to find a 2 Conyers (a small type of parrot) poking their heads out of wholes in the tree. They were apparently protesting the puppas proximaty to their nut stash. For the rest of summer and most of the Fall I saw the parrots, sometimes there were 4, in the pecan trees and heard their screeching througout the neighborhood. I decided to read Fierce Invalids Home from Hot Climates Again-something about parrots…
So I’m walking the pups, day 3 of living in my new abode. We were just leaving the dog park that’s near by, when I hear this odd screeching. It scratched at my brain for a while-I didn’t place it right away. It got louder as we walked. I looked up to find 4 Conyers fly right over us.
I’m not sure what to make of this:
1) Parrots actually live all over South Central Texas?
2) I have a hear-to-for undiagnosed disorder that the hallmark signs of which are Parrot hallucinations?
3) The parrot is my animal spirit, my totem…not sure what they signify, but apparently they’ve been here for while so maybe there’s some untold Commanche Parrot Spirit God?

Been reading, for HOURS, about all kinds of stuff-some boring, some not. I’m finding myself in a “reading transition”. Going from reading for pleasure to purpose is not as easy as some would think. Harry Potter is a JAFAR cry from Postmodern Sensibility in the Constructionist Perspective on Resilience. fuck.
Pops used to use the phrase mental masterbation for overly absorbed academics (the irony of his Ph.D. and my pursuit left aside). Alarmingly enough, some of this stuff is actually insightful and interesting. I suppose it’s all a part of getting used to the spanking the mental monkey;-)

I am finally moved into my new place. This past week+ hs been MUY stressfull. I’ve thought that I had lost some seriously big shit-not just once, but many times. Had melt downs. Had good peeps help me out. All things have been restored to their rightfull places and I am starting to feel a small sense of balance. I’ve walked the suppa pups several times a day since being here. Much like me they are stressed, but happy to be here. Morgan got some furry love today-I had a small sense of envy till the furry love found its form in nose-to-ass behavior. I know, I’m so vanilla:-) I’ve conquerred the gas problem, the printer problem, the trash problem. Now I’ll say Good Night, and mean it.