Where have I been, you ask?
I've been looking for god-dang Orioles, that's where I've been!!!
While the rest of you are out enjoying the Spring weather or enjoying your own flock of Orioles, I've been outside hanging oranges, pouring grape jelly and praying to the ornithologists of the world that an Oriole would at least mistakenly stop by and say hello.
Whenever I lament about this "problem," the listener always seem to note that they have a ton of Orioles in their yard. This leads me to think that some of you are hogging my Orioles. Please share a family with me, won't you?
Three Hawk and Argo have Orioles have Orioles hanging off their window screens, lolly-gagging on the deck, singing from the trees. AdamsTrail can't keep up with the grape jelly, as the birds are sucking it down as fast as she can fill the feeder. Oh, the envy I ooze!
At least the squirrels seem to enjoy my oranges.
Later today, we will visit the Mad City to witness a nephew graduate from 8th grade. I hear I'm supposed to look nice, so I best change my clothes. Who knew a t-shirt and jean shorts weren't appropriate? Oh wait--the wife, that's who.
This event begs the question: do YOU remember your eighth grade graduation?
I do. Well, kind of. I can tell you what I wore. I can tell you where I sat. I know a male classmate gave the valedictorian speech. But, beyond that, it must not have been very memorable because I don't recall anything else. I asked the wife if she remembered her. She said they sang, "Day by Day" as part of the event. "It was very Catholic." She mentioned that there was a "a fat, evil nun who would burp and pull her sweater across herself" involved in the ordeal. So, I guess she does remember quite a bit about it. Those nuns know how to make an impression.
I haven't been to an eighth grade graduation since the Nieces graduated way back when. They wore white robes and looked quite regal. My sister got to sit on the stage because she is on the school board. There were a lot of students--many more than in my graduating middle school class. I can't say I dressed up for the events. And, there definitely were no nuns involved.
You couldn't pay me to go back to middle school. I think people (students AND parents) should get medals for surviving seventh and eighth grade. Everyone is stupid and hormonal.
The wife says she enjoyed teaching middle-schoolers back in the day. I think she is lying or delirious. Stupid and hormonal. Ugh.
As this evening's graduation is a Catholic endeavor at a Catholic church for a Catholic school, I'm guessing nuns and prayer will be involved...that is, if they have any nuns around. Those sisters seem to be hot commodities, as they are few in number. Maybe there won't be any nuns. At least we can be confident there won't be any mean, burping nuns.
Before we go, I'll change the grape jelly, in hopes a stray Oriole finds his/her way to our backyard. I shall keep the faith. Besides, I'm sure the hummingbirds will enjoy my free feast, so I have to keep the jelly flowing.
Keep the faith. Bring the birds. Burp a nun. Sounds like a great day.
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