מסתורין 7

January 03, 2019

To my 1 reader, hello. I'm here working on books. Enjoy yourself.

Today, I took a break with my cats on the deck. While out there, I took shots of my little bird flocks on my trees. At times, you could not see my birds on the tree, but without the camera, just with the eye, if you watch, you see movement, and my hidden ones are there. They came to eat, seed and suet. And they had eaten. They returned to the tree, where they often are hidden.

My birds began a cacaphony, however, their cacaphony was a little tiff. They were moving through the tree, making what ought to be satisfied birdsong, but rather, it was a tiff. Over my birds, I spoke shalom. I asked my birds to be at rest. And in a moment, they were. I prefer harmonious birdsong from my tree, not little tiffs among my flock.

Shalom.

Here's a picture of now. I have a pink computer. My husband fashioned my computer as a love note. On it, he wrote his words of love to me. On the computer, Lulu sits. He is sitting on the keyboard. I might like to remove him. He's my kitten, so he can sit on the keyboard for a moment or so. I don't like him biting the bezel. In a bit, that computer will do work. But for now, my love note can be his resting place.

Work. We must do some work. And my kitten might need to get off that keyboard. Perhaps computer brands should be advertised as alternate catbeds. It's only enough to become the apple of my eye. And then, he does not absolutely need to be there. He wants me. And then, I pet the cat. And the computer becomes secondary.

Lulu is the fine kitten. He has a pink computer for his catbed. Who tests for secondary applications of technology? Is the secondary use of tech a love note?

My eyes are drawn back to my work. I will update this post twice today, with my thoughts. If you desire to return, come back here. I can't go a day without coding. I need to do something cool. So you know. Come to this branch.