In the evening Olenka sat on the steps and heard the music playing and the rockets bursting in the Tivoli; but it no longer aroused any response in her. She looked listlessly into the yard, thought of nothing, wanted nothing, and when night came on, she went to bed and dreamed of nothing but the empty yard.
-The Darling, Anton Chekhov
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A bird got inside the house and into the kitchen where I was about to have breakfast.
It hopped and flew around, trying to find an exit. The only one was the screen door of the kitchen that leads to the garage, but I couldn't let it stay open without the dogs getting out. So I led the dogs to the living room first and closed the kitchen door. As I was doing that I saw the bird hovering by the screen. Good, I thought, it can see 'the outside' and knows there's a way out there. Dogs secured, I went back to the kitchen. The bird was hopping on the rice cooker. I went to the garage, held out the screen door as widely as possible, and waited for the bird to fly out. And waited. Nothing. Bird? Bi-iiird! I took a peek in the kitchen. No fluttering. No hopping. I must be dreaming, I thought. Maybe I'm still asleep. No, my kitchen sill cat saw it too. Confused, I went back inside, trying to be aware of any swift movement, a small shadow, that would tell me where the bird was. The only thing that happened was the kitchen door opening and one of my grandmothers going in, along with the dogs who were only too happy to resume their places. |
nice to meet mew!Hi, I'm Lauren, and this blog is the repository of my thoughts about erm, mundane things. As you can see, I have a thing for cats. I also like cheese. Archives
October 2016
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