Three Cats and a Squirrel

After I finished mowing the lawn this morning, I had a spare half hour before meeting Mitch for lunch. The sky was lightly overcast and the temperature perfect, so I sat on the lawn with Nemo.

Nemo was only dimly aware of me, though. He was more interested in the squirrel in the walnut tree. The squirrel — a female with several swollen teats (meaning we have baby squirrels around here somewhere) — brazenly descended to the feeding basket.

Pumpkin seeds are a strong attractant for squirrels.

Nemo forgot about me. He began to stalk the squirrel.

Every time the squirrel dipped her head for a seed, Nemo crept forward another foot or two. When the squirrel raised her head, Nemo froze.

When Nemo reached the base of the walnut tree, he sat waiting for a minute or two. The squirrel peered over the edge of the feeding basket, daring Nemo to make a move. Nemo charged. The squirrel flew up the tree, chittering (laughing?).

Nemo and the squirrels do this All. The. Time. It’s the Squirrel Game.

Today, though, Nemo’s siblings got in on the action.

Simon trotted up from some hiding spot on the back of the property. He squeaked at me, and then hopped on the bench to be petted. When he saw the squirrel, he used his claws to drag himself on his belly to the bench’s far edge.

Toto came out of the house and hopped onto the other bench. She was purring, but she stopped when she saw the squirrel. She tensed, and crouched, and gave her ‘bird-cackle’.

I snuck inside the house to grab my camera, then backed away from the action.

The squirrel came down to the basket again. All three cats tensed. Nemo didn’t wait this time: he lunged! Simon darted to assist! Toto prepared to pounce!

The squirrel, with an air of ease, raced up the tree. She stared down, taunting the cats.

From the safety of a lower limb, the squirrel watched us watching her. She was brave, allowing me to creep close enough to take some decent shots. I longed to have my tripod at hand, though. (A telephoto shot can only be so sharp without a tripod.)

The Squirrel Game was still being played outside when I left. I’d have liked to stay to watch the final outcome, but I was already late to meet Mitch for lunch.


For more hot cat-on-squirrel action, check out these previous entries:

Those last two haven’t much to do with squirrels, I must admit.

Comments


On 30 May 2005 (09:34 PM),
J.D. said:

And don’t forget to check out dowingba’s Man vs. Squirrel, which features one of those bizarre Canadian black squirrels. (These are all over the place in Vancouver and, apparently, in Toronto.)



On 30 May 2005 (09:46 PM),
Tiffany said:

I hope the squirrel won this round.



On 01 June 2005 (01:55 PM),
Amanda said:

Me too, Tiffany… and every round…



On 06 June 2005 (06:23 AM),
Joel said:

Ah, ladies, refer back to the “Blood of a Squirrel” entry. Like all great games, The Squirrel Game is played for keeps.



On 13 August 2005 (01:31 AM),
Steele said:

Cat vs Squirrel video as caught by my security cameras. It is toward the bottom of the page, which has videos of my cats and kittens I have had. Windows Media Player videos, run better with DSL or Fast Internet connection. Steele
http://www.sshep.com/TooFunny.htm is where page can be found.



On 13 August 2005 (01:38 AM),
Steele said:

I tried to paste the link to that page as a hyperlink so you could click on it but it did not work. If you copy the link and paste it in the Interent browser address area and hit enter it shoudl load ok. This page has about 5 different videos of cat/kittens.
http://www.sshep.com/toofunny.htm

Getting Things Done

Note: foldedspace.org died recently, and is gradually being reconstructed. This entry has moved. Its new URL is http://www.foldedspace.org/weblog/2005/05/getting_things_done.html. The 10 comments from before the move can be found here.

“So, basically, it’s just a bunch of lists?” — Jenn

I spent the weekend implementing the system found in David Allen’s Getting Things Done. Rather than explain the system, I want to tell you how I implemented it. However, since I didn’t follow things to the letter, and since most of you are probably unfamiliar with this, a brief summary is probably in order. The following has been significantly simplified.

THE ART OF STRESS-FREE PRODUCTIVITY
Our lives, says Allen, are filled with Stuff. Too much Stuff. We think about this Stuff, we worry about this Stuff, we never get all the Stuff done that we need to do.

His solution is simple: collect all the Stuff in a Collection Bucket. When all the Stuff is in one place, process the top item in the Bucket. When the first item has been processed, move on to the second. Process everything in order until there’s nothing left in the Collection Bucket.

How are items processed? Whenever one takes an item from the Collection Bucket, one asks: “Is this actionable?” In other words, “Is this something that I need to take care of?”

If the item is not actionable, one should (depending on its nature):

  • toss the item in the trash,
  • file the item for future reference, or
  • place the item in a regularly-reviewed tickler file for possible future action.

If the item is actionable, one should (depending on its nature):

  • do it, if it’s only going to take a few minutes,
  • delegate it, if it’s somebody else’s responsibility, or
  • defer it.

Using this system, many items are done immediately, while many other items are deferred. Deferred items may be:

  • placed on a calendar if they must be done at a specific date and/or time, or
  • put on list of Next Actions if they’re things that need to be done ASAP

There’s a special subset of actionable items called Projects. These are multi-step events. Each Project gets its own file, and the Next Action for each Project is placed in the Collection Bucket.

After the system is erected, one should empty the Collection Bucket(s) once a week (or as often as necessary). That’s it. That’s the system.

Here’s a graphical representation:

[flowchart demonstrating Getting Things Done steps]

An alternate graphical representation:

[flowchart demonstrating Getting Things Done steps]

There are other nice Getting Things Done flowcharts out there. I’ve got a pretty one hanging above my desk now.

APPLYING THE SYSTEM FOR PERSONAL USE
This ideas in this book are designed for business use, but they’re easily applied to one’s personal life. That’s just what I did last weekend.

Here’s how I got things done:

Preparation
I made a trip to an office supply store to pick up: file folders, an automatic labeler, four 12×12 tiles of cork, a nice wooden inbox, thumbtacks, scotch tape, and a few other items.

Collecting Stuff
I gathered together all of my Stuff, both physical and mental, and piled it on the kitchen table.

To gather the physical Stuff, I walked from room-to-room with a box, into which I shoveled all the Stuff I could find (e.g. magazines, photographs, junk mail, to-do lists, letters, etc.).

To gather the mental Stuff, I walked from room-to-room with a stack of index cards, onto which I wrote all the Stuff that occurred to me (e.g. put away clothes, clean cat food area, hang painting on guest room wall, organize DVDs, prune laurel from back porch, etc.).

Sorting Stuff
When all this Stuff had been collected in one spot (which took several hours), I began to process it.

Mostly the Stuff was easy to process. I just started with what was in front of me, picked it up, and asked myself what the item was and what needed to be done with it.

If it was something I could deal with in just a few minutes, I dealt with it. (For example: books that needed to be shelved.)

If it was something that needed to be dealt with soon, but that would take longer than just a few minutes, I set aside in a Next Actions pile. (For example: cancel cell phone.)

If I no longer needed the item, I threw it out. (For example: house flyers from last spring.)

If it was something that I wanted to keep for Reference, I made a new file folder (labeling it with my handy automatic labeler). (For example: all of the various songlists I jot down for future CD mixes.)

If it was something for somebody else, I put it in a Delegated pile. (For example: anything related to the bathroom remodel, which Kris is basically in charge of.)

If it was a part of a larger Project, I stuck it in a folder marked Projects. (I didn’t finish organizing my Projects this weekend. They can wait. For now there’s a file-folder filled with them.) (For example: organizing all of my writing, from high school til today.)

If it was something that needed done on a specific date, I entered it into iCal. (For example: my upcoming dentist appointment.)

If it was something that didn’t need done right away, I stuck it in a Tickler file to process later. (For example: schedule a poetry night.)

If it was something that was just an idea, something that I might want to do someday, but it won’t kill me if I don’t, then I put it in a file marked “someday/maybe”. (For example: buy a nice leather easy chair like the one Paul J. has.)

This sorting process took an entire day. When the kitchen table was clean once again, I had several file folders filled with to-do lists. I also had a stack of Next Actions.

Organizing Stuff
All of my reference file folders (and there were several dozen of them) were tucked in a desk drawer. I put the Projects file into my inbox (because I need to break it down later, creating individual files for each project). Most of my organization, though, involved the stack of action items.

I hung the cork tiles in the nook, behind my desk. I labeled the top one “Next Actions”. Then, for each action item, I created an index card. (Actually, I ended up using my old Computer Resources business cards. They’re the perfect size.) I tacked the index cards to the cork in no particular order.

After two-and-a-half days, I was finished. My version of the Getting Things Done system was set up and ready to use.

Getting Things Done
When using the system, you’re supposed to take the next action item, no matter what it is, and just do it. You’re not supposed to sort through them. For this one time, for setting up the system, I made an exception. I cherry-picked. I selected a few cards at a time, and then I did whatever they said: clean car, buy mini-to-mini cable, check hoses on washing machine. If the action was something that I know comes up repeatedly (clean car, for example), then I tucked it in a drawer for later use.

After my initial Brain Dump, I had 53 next actions. I did eleven of them yesterday. I brought six more with me to work today (get watch batteries, let State Farm know we replaced furnace, read credit union policies, stop by Les Schwab to check on tire).

A LOAD OFF MY MIND
I took yesterday afternoon off to relax. I didn’t do any chores. I didn’t feel like I needed to: everything that needs done is sitting there, tacked to my corkboard. I don’t need to worry about it anymore

To some of you, this all probably seems silly. It may seem like a lot of effort to take care of something that you can do in your head. The point, though, is that this gets everything out of your head.

When you’re trying to juggle 53 next actions in your head (along with a dozen projects, a dozen someday/maybe wishes, a score of calendar items, and a bunch of other ideas), it can be overwhelming. It’s easy to feel stressed, or bewildered, or desperate. With the Getting Things Done system, everything is out of your head and on paper. You don’t have to think about things anymore. You just do them.

Any time a new idea occurs to you, you jot it down and put it in your inbox. (For example: a few moments ago I jotted “incorporate all calendars into iCal” on an index card. It’ll go in my inbox when I get home, to be processed later.) When magazines come in the mail and you haven’t time to read them, you put them in your inbox. When a friend gives you a flyer about an upcoming concert series, you put it in your inbox. Once a week (or more often, if you like), you sit down and process your inbox, creating next actions, filing things for reference, and otherwise deciding where each item belongs.

Toward a Pastoral Lifestyle
You know that freedom you feel when on vacation? That wonderful sense that there’s nothing to worry about? That’s what this system attempts to give you. For me, it’s yet another step toward the ever-elusive pastoral lifestyle for which I continue to strive.

Pre-Crash Comments

On 23 May 2005 (09:30 AM),
Lisa said:

When I was working in Seattle, my company paid 1/2 for everyone’s PDAs (mostly Palm Pilots at the time) and then had David Allen come and do a presentation (at least I’m pretty sure it was him). Taking all the thing out of your mind and storing them elsewhere certainly is an incredible relief. It worked really well but my system fell apart after I stopped working full time. Perhaps it’s time to bring it back into my personal life…

On 23 May 2005 (09:37 AM),
Courtney said:

Sounds like a great plan to me! I can’t stand getting bogged down with all the to-do lists in my head. So, I started out with an in-box too, several months ago. The problem is, my in-box has spread to an entire room, which is supposed to be my den/knitting room. Instead, it is piled with stuff to take to Goodwill, photos to be sorted and put into albums, magazines to read, linens to iron, items to file, Henry’s bathtub, etc. Sigh! Just opening the door to that room stresses me out. Someday soon I’ll sort through it all and get it down to a managable size which can be contained in my in-box.

On 23 May 2005 (09:50 AM),
Tiffany said:

I get told that I am organized all the time. But I do not consider it a talent because I think that, for me at least, it is genetics. Both parents are big into ‘To Do’ List and I started those early in life too.
In college I found “Calendar Creator” which looks a lot it ICal. Then back in the late 1990s I got my first Palm Pilot. I became addicted to it, in a good way. You are right about having the items out of your head leads to less stress. I have a thought (I need to call about the ordered furniture, but it is Sunday and they are closed) it goes on the To Do List for Monday. I can set up To Do list my die date so that I know to complete the task in order of needing them done.
The calendar works great for setting up repeat items (like changing my contacts every three weeks and changing the house air filter every three months); in addition to keeping dentist appointments, and flight/hotel times.

I always find it interesting to see how other people organize because there is always room for improvement. Good Luck.

On 23 May 2005 (09:51 AM),
Tiffany said:

Oh, yeah, the biggest benefit to the Palm Pilot, no wasted paper.

On 23 May 2005 (10:13 AM),
Jeff said:

My favorite way to make a list… Microsoft Excel.

I generally work better with lists, but I need to leave them in prominant locations (like the kitchen counter) or I forget about them. Steph sees them as clutter, so she throws them into her piles (her organizational method). My lists get lost in her piles and nothing gets done.

So, I started making electronic lists and leaving them on the electonic desktop… seems to be a good compromise, and I can always print them out if I need to.

On 23 May 2005 (10:40 AM),
Amy Jo said:

I often wonder if I became an editor because of my inclination to order things, to have an ongoing task list, to put everything in its place, or if my non-work life became this way because I am an editor . . .

On 24 May 2005 (11:08 AM),
JC said:

Good post. In a very non-GTD move, I printed it out and took it home to read.

I’ve been on the fence about buying the book for some time now. There are a couple of blogs I’ve been reading that promote the GTD movement [one had an in-depth project management Excel spreadsheet that I’ve been playing with].

My problem/concern? I can’t seem to throw anything away!

Either way, I need some sort of system. JC

On 05 September 2005 (03:18 PM),
Jon M. said:

I’ve been working at implementing GTD, and my efforts seem to keep sputtering like a bad car engine. But after reading your presentation, it’s a lot clearer to me now…my hat’s off to you!

On 02 October 2005 (04:46 AM),
Matthew Cornell said:

Thank you for the post, J.D. I esp. liked your collection idea of using index cards during a house walk-through, and the implications of GTD for a “pastoral lifestyle.” I have one concern, having to do with this point: “When using the system, you’re supposed to take the next action item, no matter what it is, and just do it.” If you are referring to the next action in a list of actions for a project, i.e., that you should pick the next one to put on your next action lists, then I understand and agree. However, if you’re instead talking about how to *choose* actions from your lists, then I believe Allen would say use one of his models for deciding what to do, esp. the “four-criteria” model: 1. Context, 2. Time, 3. Energy, 4. Priority. Of course, I’m new at this and might be completely off my rocker! Thanks again for the post.

matt

On 08 October 2005 (09:07 AM),
JC said:

That is my understanding too Matt. I think the idea to process things one by one without preference applies to the inbox only and not to next actions. For those who are interested, this is discussed near the beginning of chapter 6 which starts on page 119.

JC (Yes, another one.)

Too Much Cat

I’ve been meaning to do an all-cat post, but haven’t got around to it. A post on boingboing today has spurred me to action. Here is all the goofy cat stuff I’ve ever found, collected in one place. Enjoy. (Or not.) There are three funny cat movies at the end of this post.

(Note: some of these may be experiencing heavy traffic today due to the boingboing link. You may need to check back later. Also, my favorites on this page are marked with a bold asterisk *.)

From the boingboing post:
Kitty cat dance
Caution: cat vomit
Animal reviews: cat
My cat’s football picks
*Screen cleaning kitten

How to give your cat a pill
Cat yoga
Cat buckaroo
Miyahi
Stack the cats
*Kitten bounce
Kitten attack

*Pinky the cat
Aroma of brains
Cat drummer
Steptoe kittens
I’ve snorted a kitten
Piruleta
Badly drawn cats
*kitten war

Previously in the flotch:
Tips on spinning cat hair
The silly sleeping pose olympics
*The thumb-sized heart of TK the cat
*Cat vs. dog: to the victor go the snacks
Mapping the cat brain
Are cats for true Christians?
Juvenile felis catus
Amazing cat photo collection

The further adventures of Scrooge the cat
Can cats get high from eating frogs?
*Abbie the cat has a posse
List of fictional cats
I gave my cat an enema
How to toilet-train your cat
My cat Annie
The Litterbox Cat Band

Previous foldedspace entries about cats (only the best ones):
*CatFilter, a collection of all the cat-related questions from AskMetafilter
*I am interviewed by Toto the Cat, in which I am interviewed by Toto the cat
*The blood of a squirrel, in which Simon catches a squirrel and Nemo is jealous
Cat pictures, in which I photograph the cats
Weekend at Rosings Park, in which I photograph the cats again

Cats and dogs, in which I write about other webloggers’ pets
Simon Grey, in which I post photos of Simon
*How 2 cach a burd by toto gates, in which Toto describes her unstoppable bird-catching technique
Prize-winning cat, in which a photo of Simon does well at the county fair
Tintin is dying, in which the Best Cat Ever is diagnosed with just a few months to live
Satchel is dead, in which Tintin’s replacement lasts only six months

And, finally, I’m hosting three cat movies:
Spacecat — a cat in a weightless environment; poor thing
Teasing cat — one of Nick’s all-time favorite downloads; he watches this over-and-over, laughing the whole time
Funny cats — a “funniest home videos” compilation that I watch over-and-over, laughing the whole time

You gotta love cat movies.

If you know of more cat stuff, let me know. I’ll post it here.

From Denise:

Pre-Crash Comments

On 18 May 2005 (04:54 PM),
Lane said:

www.shopcat.com

This is a site run by my cousin. She and her husband, when travelling, take pictures of cats that live/work in various stores. My cat, at a much skinnier age, is the sponsor of the Page of Silliness.

On 18 May 2005 (09:06 PM),
Genie said:

Really wonderful pictures- and funny too!!!

On 19 May 2005 (09:01 AM),
Amanda said:

Fun, fun, fun!

(although the humping pictures kinda skeeve me)

On 19 May 2005 (10:21 AM),
jenefer said:

What is skeeve? How do you conjugate that verb?

On 19 May 2005 (12:56 PM),
Amanda said:

‘Skeeve’ is the plural of the more commonly used ‘skeeves,’ as in, “That lecherous old man staring at me really skeeves me out.”

This is what dictionary.com had to say about the root form of the word, skeevy:

1 entry found for skeevy.
Main Entry: skeevy
Part of Speech: adjective
Definition: disgusting or distasteful; nasty, sleazy
Example: Wal-mart is a skeevy operation.
Etymology: from Italian schifo ‘disgust’
Usage: US

The best part of that definition, by far? The example. I can’t stop laughing.

On 23 May 2005 (12:16 PM),
Amanda said:

P.S. Lindsay Lohan used the term “skeeved out” on SNL Saturday.

P.P.S. Not that I think anything to do with the Hohan might even remotely prove my point.

Garage Sale Update

My plans to liveblog the entire garage sale fell by the wayside, obviously. I didn’t have time to jot down all the stuff that happened.

Here are a few bits I remember:

  • My comics were left virtually untouched until late on Saturday. Then, about an hour before we packed up, there was a run on them. Three people simultaneously decided to pick through the boxes, crowding each other, searching for Star Wars comics. I made $48 in just a few minutes.
  • On Friday afternoon, Lane stopped by. Lane has been reading foldedspace for about a year, but we’d never met. He chatted briefly on the front sidewalk before Kris and I excused ourselves to go eat. (We were starving after a long day.) As we sat in The Bomber, waiting for our food, we realized we should have invited Lane to join us. (Lane, you’re welcome to drop by any time, by the way, just to hang out and chat, to give us the history of the neighborhood, etc.)
  • Because I spent Thursday and Friday working the garage sale, I was hoping to do yardwork on Saturday. I figured Kris would take my place in the driveway. However, she seemed to repel customers. Whenever she joined us, the customers would vanish. Whenever she left, we’d get a fresh rush of people. It was strange. And frustrating. I know I was just being superstitious, but I let Kris do her thing, figuring I could mow the lawn in the evening.
  • In the evening, though, I was too tired to mow. Instead, we went to dinner at Cha!Cha!Cha! with Mac and Pam. (I didn’t care for Cha Cha Cha the first time I ate there, but I’ve come to appreciate it. The Mexican food is good, and best of all, it’s cheap. For $4.50 I can order six small tacos. It’s a good meal.)

When the garage sale was finished, we had collected $555. (We earned $123.50 on Thursday, $206 on Friday, and $225.50 on Saturday (nearly all of which came between noon and four).) Courtney claimed $25, Pam $35, Mac $57, Kris $135, and J.D. $304. I made big money because of my comic books and compact discs. It’s sad to think of how much money I poured into these two items over the past twenty years (thousands of dollars), but it feels good to have purged some of this stuff while getting some cash in return.

I actually earned a bit more for the weekend. On Friday, I took three boxes of books to Powell’s. The book buyer was stand-offish at first, but soon grew talkative. “You’ve got a lot of good stuff here. My games manager is going to be happy. These are great chess books. And we hardly ever get go books. These are great.” He answered questions for me about the book-buying process. He explained why certain books are rejected. (I thought they’d buy my baseball books, for example, until he explained that, for whatever reasons, their system is glutted with them right now.) When he’d finished, he said, “Yowza! That was a good buy.” I left with $192 in store credit (which sounds keen until you realize I spent hundreds of dollars on those chess books ten years ago).

My total earnings for the weekend were $496.

I planned to mow the lawn on Sunday morning, but a storm passed through Saturday night, leaving the ground wet and unmowable. The sun came out briefly in the early afternoon, and perhaps I might have mowed the grass except that we joined Andrew, Courtney, and Henry for a Portland Beavers baseball game.

“I might be able to get the lawn mowed this afternoon,” I told Andrew in the middle of the game. “The rain seems to have held off.”

“It looks stormy,” I said to Kris as we walked back to our car. We stopped near the front gates of Lincoln High School to watch a squirrel with a treasure: a half-eaten apple. Just then, the rain began to fall.

It rained heavily for several hours, and is only now just letting up. I suspect the lawn will remain unmowed for a couple more days. It’s going to be ugly tall when I get to it.

Comments


On 09 May 2005 (10:08 AM),
Pam said:

I feel like I have to explain some math to you:

Just because I used some of my money to make a purchase, it doesn’t mean that I actually earned that much less. My sales total was still $50, I just put my profits to use much sooner that the rest of you!



On 09 May 2005 (10:14 AM),
J.D. said:

Yeah, yeah, I know. But I had to list the earnings that way to avoid confusing my (meager) brain. When I tallied everything again last night, I came up with $570 in sales, but I could only find $555 in cash. I was so confused until I noticed the $15 difference was the same as what you had transferred to Courtney. My poor brain.



On 09 May 2005 (12:36 PM),
Paul said:

If you would like to bring the rest of your cd collection down to Eugene, I will take you to CD World to get in-store credit. In store credit in Eugene will mean that your use of the credit will need to be planned. This should provide a good catalog of new albums. Then you can get in-store credit for the new purchases on your next visit. You won’t have a library of cds ever again due to the turnover.



On 09 May 2005 (01:02 PM),
Lane said:

Thank you for the retro-active invite. I would not have been able to join you, because I had a bunch of Paragon City’s worst Criminals to bust that evening. See, my hero was getting ready to travel to the coast for a brief respite from villain-ass-whuppin’, and had to get the requisite number of hours in to keep active in the union. I will definitely take you up on your offer in the near future.



On 09 May 2005 (06:13 PM),
Chelsea said:

Hello Mr. Roth!

I sent you an email and left a couple of comments. I was wondering if you could help me out with my research paper. It seems you are well acquainted with the classics.

My paper is on examples of Great Works of Literature relating to Gods, characters, and events of The Odyssey. Do you know what books are considered Great Works and if any of these reference The Odyssey?

I would really appreciate it if you could help me out with my paper. Being only 15, I haven’t taken the plunge into classics, but I guess I should.

Thank you sir!

-Chelsea Frvballbaby13@yahoo.com

Birdfight!

When I went out to set up for the garage sale this morning, I was startled by the sight of two jays harrying a crow.

Though we’ve begun watching birds since we moved into this house, we really know very little about bird behavior. We were under the impression that crows and jays were allies, but perhaps “allies” means something different in the context of ornithology than it does in international political relations.

I stopped to watch the action.

The crow was attempting to attack something, or take something, or do something in the cedar tree. He would fly into the thick of it only to be set upon by a flock of jays. At first I hypothesized that there was a nest of some sort, in the tree, but now I’m not sure. Do jays nest in cedars? Near houses? Do crows attack jay nests? I want to speak with Jenn’s parents; they’d know.

The crow would stay in the cedar as long as possible. The jays — six? seven? more? — would set upon it, darting in and out, fluttering their wings, chirping harshly. The crow squawked. In fact, its squawks almost sounded like the quacking of a duck.

The battle raged for several minutes.

In the end, the crow was driven from the cedar to the holly, pursued by a particularly aggressive jay. The crow made one more attempt on the cedar, but then the aggressive jay dogged it into the trees across the street.

This birdfight raised a lot of questions.

Other recent bird stuff:

  • Yesterday as we sat in the driveway at the garage sale, a small bird alighted in the hawthorne. For such a small bird, it had a big voice. I cannot remember its call or song now, but I do remember that the little bird had a long, straight beak and, perhaps, a white stripe upon its head. (It was difficult to see.)
  • The rock doves keep visiting the feeder outside the kitchen window. The rock doves, though, are idiots. They can’t figure it out. They strut across the top of the feeder, their massive bodies causing the whole post to sway, and they peer down the side at the food below them. They can’t figure out how to get it. They’ll spend ten or twenty minutes at this before giving up and moving on. Occasionally, one of the rock doves (they travel in pairs) will chance upon the correct approach to the food and get a nice snack, but this happens only rarely.
  • The finches have discovered the new feeder out front. They stop for snacks. They’re a little wary, though, because it’s just a few feet too close to the house.
  • We hung a hummingbird feeder in the mimosa tree, but haven’t had any visitors. We did have a hummingbird visit a couple of weeks ago, but it was drawn to a plant in Kris’ garden. We both happened to be right there, so we watched it for a couple of minutes. Kris was especially close, but the hummingbird didn’t seem to care; it was, after all, much faster than Kris.

If only we could harness bird power to perform yard work.

Manly Talk at the Barber Shop

I seem to have escaped my funk, at least temporarily. How can I tell? For one, I have the urge to write. I’ve begun to observe daily life again.

Take for example, my trip to the barbershop today. During the past few months, I probably wouldn’t have noticed a thing; I would have sat dutifully in the chair and let the barber cut my hair, in the world but not of it.

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Today, though, I watched everything going on around me.

For starters, there were the three teenage girls loitering in the middle of the street, smoking. One of them was Joel’s little smoking friend (that’s how I think of her!); she was seated on a banana-seat bicycle much too small for her, blocking traffic. The girls were sort of c-r-a-w-l-i-n-g their way down the street toward Safeway, where I’m sure they were going to ask somebody to buy them more cigarettes. They seemed unconcerned with the automobiles that had to veer to pass them.

The first thing one notices about the barber shop in Oak Grove is that the television dominates the room. It’s not that the television set is big or fancy, but that it’s loud. When I walked in today, it was loud with a commercial for the Christian Children’s Fund. There’s nothing like watching loud starving children while you’re getting your haircut.

Mostly the barbers watch what you’d expect: Perry Mason, baseball, cross-country bicycle races. Today they were watching an episode of Home Improvement. It was about as (un-)funny as you might expect. (Before today, I’d seen one-and-a-half episodes of Home Improvement. I watched the very first episode but was unimpressed, so I tried not to watch it again.)

In the episode we watched, one of the kids had some sort of medical testing done. His parents were afraid that he might have cancer. The plot revolved around the tense wait for the test results, and the kid’s reaction when he learned his parent’s hadn’t told him that he might have cancer. It was plain, simple manipulative pap, but it sure got to the guy cutting my hair. After some chit-chat about my work and my home, he clammed up and watched the show. He was so intent on the television, I was afraid he’d mess up my haircut.

“I guess we shouldn’t watch such emotional shows in a barber shop,” he said softly, after the dad and the kid had resolved their big fight.

“Yeah,” said the barber next to him. “Remember how we used to watch Little House on the Prairie?”

“Yeah,” said my barber. “That was a mess.”

“We used to watch Little House on the Prairie every day,” the other barber explained. “That was rough. That show was moving. Grown men got choked up while we cut their hair. They tried to play it off, but you could tell. ‘I’m getting over a cold,’ they’d say, or, ‘There must be something in the air.’ Even after we’d seen all the shows three or four times, sometimes we’d have to wipe our eyes.”

Who would have thought the Oak Grove barber shop would be such a bastion of sensitivity?

The neighborhood liquor store is (conveniently) located next to the neighborhood barbershop. Thus, when my hair has been cut, it’s a simple matter to stop next door and replenish my supply of single-malt Scotch. Dave introduced me to Dalwhinnie 15-year the other day, and I liked it (it’s peaty), so I picked up a bottle. I also grabbed a bottle of Bombay Sapphire gin so that Kris can make herself a gin-and-tonic now-and-then (like every two months).

“You’re buying the good stuff, huh?” said the clerk, smiling.

“What?” I said.

“You got the good stuff. I love that Bombay Sapphire.” He did, indeed, look as if he loved the stuff. In fact, it was quite possible that he had loved the stuff quite recently. His smile seemed like it might stretch off his chubby red face. He leaned closer to me, confidential-like. “I’ll tell you something. The liquor guy was in here the other day, and he turned me onto something. There’s a gin that’s just as good but much cheaper. It’s bottom shelf stuff, but it’s made with juniper berries, just like the good stuff. It’s called Gordon’s. You should try it sometime.”

“I’ll remember that,” I said, and I ducked out the door. Mr. I-Love-Gin seemed ready to launch into an extended discoursed on the merits of cheap vodka or coffee-flavored rum.

My final stop was at Safeway to pick up groceries for dinner. As I turned into the parking lot, however, my path was blocked by the three hoodlum girls, who were just sitting there, in the center of the parking lot, blocking traffic in three directions. They were unconcerned. Each carried a fresh pack of cigarettes; their quest had met with success. They only moved when a middle-aged woman with a harried expression laid on her horn. They flipped her off and scooted to the sidewalk, where I’m sure they blocked pedestrian traffic until they became bored.

There you have it: an hour of observation. The sad thing is, I’m sure there’s been plenty of this stuff to see and write about during the past few months, but I’ve been numb to it. Maybe I’ll be numb to it again tomorrow, but I hope not.


I tend to write about the barber shop a lot; it’s like a different world. Here are some previous tales: Central Oregon Weekend 2002 (in which I hear news of my childhood barber), Bad Haircut (in which I do not have my eyebrows trimmed), and Brushless Shave Cream (in which the new barber has a keen memory).