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la_belle_laideKnock on wood, things look much better for Jimmy right now. I'm calling the trainer tomorrow to set up some dates and times for training. Not only that, but it's not an ad the lady with the newspaper wants to do for Jimmy, but a whole story on him. That would be, needless to say, so awesome. I've got tons of photos of him, so maybe we won't even need a photographer. I took him for a long walk in the field today and we played ball for about ten minutes. I wish he had his own yard where he could run off the leash, and who knows, that could be right around the corner for him. ^__^
In other news, today at work we got a cute little screech owl who had been hit by a car. I mean, right in the face. He's blind and one eye is completely ruptured. I recommended euthanasia, but Rob is out of town and no one wanted to jump the gun, so he is still alive. There is a little hope that he might be a candidate for life in captivity in a wildlife center. Rob does wildlife surgery for free, so I know he would do it and all, but my mana'o is, what kind of life would that be for this wild thing? I'm funny that way.
Speaking of wildlife facilities, one is opening up this summer very close to where I live. I know the lady who's running it and she's awesome, unlike some wildlife people I could, but will not, mention. I was talking to Laura (yet another wildlife rehabber and very good friend,) to get this lady's number, hoping that she could take on this owl if he should survive, because she's licensed for birds of prey and very good with them. As it happens, she's out of the country for a few weeks, but Laura mentioned that she had been asking after me, specifically if I'd be interested in doing a few days per week at the facility once it opens. Of course I said yes, I'd love to, whereupon Laura reminded me that, not only is it going to be a great place, but it pays. I know she's told me this before, but I keep forgetting. I do wildlife for free and always have, so the idea of getting paid for it is always a surprise to me. I'll continue to do the wildlife thing for free, out of my house, as well. $300 a month on worms over the summer, out of my pocket, yo. A job with wildlife, specifically birds, including birds of prey, and getting paid for it? I'm all over it.
Which, if I get some Hula work this summer, would put me at three jobs and a handful of time-consuming obsessions and hobbies. That's probably a record for me. But it would balance out. I could better afford my obsessions. ^_^
I got into working with animals because I preferred it to working with people. But a few years down the road I realized that 50% of animal work was networking with other animal people, and animal people, for the most part, are crazier than a bughouse rat. I'm fortunate in that I've met a bunch of really nice animal people. I won't go so far as to call them "sane" (I wouldn't call myself "sane" either,) but they are good people with good hearts and strong stomachs. ;D
On a completely unrelated note, tonight I'm heading off to the local Battle of the Bands to watch Spencer's band play. They are the youngest band in the contest. I've seen Spencer's band on DVD once before and I had to make quite the effort not to get all teary eyed watching him up there on stage, 5'8" already, shiny brown hair under the stagelights, ever the cool, collected bass guitarist, and then singing a song that he's too young to even know, and for that matter, that I'm too young to know. Playing and singing at the same time! And they've been picked for the local Battle of the Bands, so you know they're not just a bunch of kids dorking around, pretending to play music, the way I did in high school. And all I can think of is little Spencer, how I had to carry him everywhere because he never liked to be put down, little Spencer, all pudgy and round, wielding my (real) sword to kill the Romans (he was a Celtic warrior, you see,) and knighting Jeremy "in the name of God, St. Micheal, and Captain Planet." Little Spencer who had such a crush on Cinderella that he practically cheered when she came to talk to him in Disneyworld.
This is very weird for me. I felt much the same way last year, watching Meghan in her play. Not a school play, but a community theater play, on stage with a glitter crown and this tremendous stage presence that made everyone else look like the children they are, while she looked like some kind of young-faced lady. Very odd.
In yet other, unrelated news, I've gotten back into my old Talking Heads fascination. (It's not entirely unrelated--it was Spencer's stepmom/Meghan's Mom/my aunt Betsy who got me back into them while we were in Disney. She just had to start singing Psycho Killer in the car every night. Sometimes normally, sometimes in an opera voice.) And lately I've been getting these non-sexual crushes. Last week I had a non-sexual crush on Bob Marley, just because of his voice. This week I have a non-sexual crush on David Byrne. It hit me all at once at the end of the live version of Slippery People, because he just lets loose on the last chorus. ("All right! The lord won't mind!") And sometimes their lyrics are sneakily snarky ("Put away that gun, and this part is simple....") And I'm snarksexual. I've always liked the Talking Heads since I was a kid, had a resurgence of love for them in college, again about three years ago, and once again now. This time I have this huge new respect for David Byrne's voice. And for Tina Weymouth, because how frigging awesome can you get? She really sets a high bar for bass guitarists.
Ah, well. No Hula tomorrow, but Kung Fu. I get to sleep a little later, anyway. Well, until Cassidy wakes me up in his lovely bluejay way.
*snick* Bluejay Way.
^_^
In other news, today at work we got a cute little screech owl who had been hit by a car. I mean, right in the face. He's blind and one eye is completely ruptured. I recommended euthanasia, but Rob is out of town and no one wanted to jump the gun, so he is still alive. There is a little hope that he might be a candidate for life in captivity in a wildlife center. Rob does wildlife surgery for free, so I know he would do it and all, but my mana'o is, what kind of life would that be for this wild thing? I'm funny that way.
Speaking of wildlife facilities, one is opening up this summer very close to where I live. I know the lady who's running it and she's awesome, unlike some wildlife people I could, but will not, mention. I was talking to Laura (yet another wildlife rehabber and very good friend,) to get this lady's number, hoping that she could take on this owl if he should survive, because she's licensed for birds of prey and very good with them. As it happens, she's out of the country for a few weeks, but Laura mentioned that she had been asking after me, specifically if I'd be interested in doing a few days per week at the facility once it opens. Of course I said yes, I'd love to, whereupon Laura reminded me that, not only is it going to be a great place, but it pays. I know she's told me this before, but I keep forgetting. I do wildlife for free and always have, so the idea of getting paid for it is always a surprise to me. I'll continue to do the wildlife thing for free, out of my house, as well. $300 a month on worms over the summer, out of my pocket, yo. A job with wildlife, specifically birds, including birds of prey, and getting paid for it? I'm all over it.
Which, if I get some Hula work this summer, would put me at three jobs and a handful of time-consuming obsessions and hobbies. That's probably a record for me. But it would balance out. I could better afford my obsessions. ^_^
I got into working with animals because I preferred it to working with people. But a few years down the road I realized that 50% of animal work was networking with other animal people, and animal people, for the most part, are crazier than a bughouse rat. I'm fortunate in that I've met a bunch of really nice animal people. I won't go so far as to call them "sane" (I wouldn't call myself "sane" either,) but they are good people with good hearts and strong stomachs. ;D
On a completely unrelated note, tonight I'm heading off to the local Battle of the Bands to watch Spencer's band play. They are the youngest band in the contest. I've seen Spencer's band on DVD once before and I had to make quite the effort not to get all teary eyed watching him up there on stage, 5'8" already, shiny brown hair under the stagelights, ever the cool, collected bass guitarist, and then singing a song that he's too young to even know, and for that matter, that I'm too young to know. Playing and singing at the same time! And they've been picked for the local Battle of the Bands, so you know they're not just a bunch of kids dorking around, pretending to play music, the way I did in high school. And all I can think of is little Spencer, how I had to carry him everywhere because he never liked to be put down, little Spencer, all pudgy and round, wielding my (real) sword to kill the Romans (he was a Celtic warrior, you see,) and knighting Jeremy "in the name of God, St. Micheal, and Captain Planet." Little Spencer who had such a crush on Cinderella that he practically cheered when she came to talk to him in Disneyworld.
This is very weird for me. I felt much the same way last year, watching Meghan in her play. Not a school play, but a community theater play, on stage with a glitter crown and this tremendous stage presence that made everyone else look like the children they are, while she looked like some kind of young-faced lady. Very odd.
In yet other, unrelated news, I've gotten back into my old Talking Heads fascination. (It's not entirely unrelated--it was Spencer's stepmom/Meghan's Mom/my aunt Betsy who got me back into them while we were in Disney. She just had to start singing Psycho Killer in the car every night. Sometimes normally, sometimes in an opera voice.) And lately I've been getting these non-sexual crushes. Last week I had a non-sexual crush on Bob Marley, just because of his voice. This week I have a non-sexual crush on David Byrne. It hit me all at once at the end of the live version of Slippery People, because he just lets loose on the last chorus. ("All right! The lord won't mind!") And sometimes their lyrics are sneakily snarky ("Put away that gun, and this part is simple....") And I'm snarksexual. I've always liked the Talking Heads since I was a kid, had a resurgence of love for them in college, again about three years ago, and once again now. This time I have this huge new respect for David Byrne's voice. And for Tina Weymouth, because how frigging awesome can you get? She really sets a high bar for bass guitarists.
Ah, well. No Hula tomorrow, but Kung Fu. I get to sleep a little later, anyway. Well, until Cassidy wakes me up in his lovely bluejay way.
*snick* Bluejay Way.
^_^
