Happy Monday

Saturday night I dreamed that the world had come to a virtual end. I was still alive, looking for other survivors among the twisted metal and piles of bricks and debris.

It was eerie to say the least. I was amazing calm in my dream, telling myself that this was no time for hysteria; I had a lot of work to do as my intentions were to seek out my family members and find who, if any, were left alive.

I woke up in an odd mood on Sunday. The dream had left a melancholy veil over my usually happy-to-be-alive perkiness. I still have some lingering feelings deep inside of me.

I keep hoping that the Middle East will settle down. People will do what is necessary to save themselves and their families from waking up for real, in the world I described above.

I am an eternal optimist. I believe that good triumphs over evil; that we are all brothers and sisters and we all want the same, simple things in life: the safety and happiness of our family; a roof over our heads, something good to eat and a nice fitting pair of jeans.

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Saturday, husband gifted me with a new and very expensive metal bird feeder. He likes it because the perch has a weight control device -- if a squirrel or a big bird like a Starling or Mourning Dove lands on the perch it shuts off the area where the seed is stored.

Only little birds can eat at this feeder and the top is sloped so no birds can stay there for long…they slide off, moving their feet as fast as Roadrunner but getting nowhere until they eventually slip off the roof.

I’m not so crazy about this birdfeeder. One reason is I’m afraid that little birds will be at the feeder craning their tiny necks into the seed trough and a big bird will land and they’ll be decapitated. Husband says this can’t happen but I’m still concerned.

The other problem is the slippery slope of the roof…I’ll admit I laughed as big birds careened off the roof, but it’s like laughing at someone who slips on a banana peel. You get the initial reaction of nervous laughter then the secondary reaction of shame for laughing.

Then there’s the design. It looks like it was manufactured on another planet. It is not aesthetically appealing. I guess the old wooden one covered in bird poop wasn’t real pretty either.

So I, like my birds, will adjust to the new feeder. I’d better adjust as it cost about $80 for this high-tech, anti-squirrel, anti-pest bird feeder!