Migrating East

I have migrated from my  supersize room, to my 14 year old brothers den, which resembles more of a cave like environment. Tubs the Bearded Dragon is sitting on her stick waiting for me to turn my head and look at her. Poor thing is soo bored with no flies to catch or keen male eyes to fluster.
The reason I have braved the stinky teenagers pad, is because my room is no better. Christmas decorations, present wrappings and dozens craft projects  has turned even the picture frames off centre. So what all good people in denial should do.. is close the door and open another one. Wow I am pleased with myself. 
Well I leave you, as I sit here in discarded cherry pips, tangled in computer chords and reading:'Pocket History, Fame and Infamy' my Ed Wright. 14 year old boys stink!


Ps
I had to say something about the birds 'Migrating East'. Recently I found a baby  Ibis taking a walk near my house ... in Carlingford. It had been lost from its flock which must have been flying from the inland wetlands.  It had a broken wing and wonder around for more than a week. Every person who came in contact were repelled and hostile. I on the other hand streamed with love and tried to get it a home in the Chinese Gardens (Darling Harbor). I now know that 
The Australian Bird and Bat Banding Scheme (ABBBS) are the ones to call.


Did you know: Despite their bad reputation with city folk, farmers praise the Ibis as one of their best backyard buddies. They believe the Ibis helps them control Australia's locust plagues. My Super heros!

I didn't go to school today, instead I walked right passed.. obliged to keep walking down the street, into a little lane to drink some tea with my man. This is not a thing to do if your a flying "Second  year" student.. but its just a little extension to my holiday, that is all.

I have been extra tired lately, maybe its due to the fact that i have been altra socuable this weekend. I don't think even people above the age of 75 have such strict bed routines as i do.. my body is in bed by 10:10pm full stop. This is even with out me trying.

A Bit of Perspective.

Just sitting in my sisters new apartment. she has graduated from the student household stage, right into her own 'grown up apartment' shared solely by her man and the dog.
Her old place had that feeling of cheap incense and all the table cloths were from vinnies. That however is not a downer on her cottage/share household, it was just time to grow up.
All is good and well, except the sister has left me with no bedroom and the dog is now not allowed to sleep in the master bed, deeply to her dismay.
I have a loyal mattress on the floor fitted with  Little Mermaid covers. Leica (the dog) only has a hard leather couch to confined too, no soft Sheridan sheets or cossy bottoms to snuggle up to late at night.

Celebration of life!

Spring has blessed us with her presence once more!
It's really hard to stay down with the combination of fresh baby leaves swaying in the warm breeze and clear light playing on ones face. It is a natural celebreation of life.
Kenny(cat)  and Corey(dog) sure have some essence of spring in them all year round.
Its their job to keep us creatures company and hopful through  the colder months.

Today i cried at the sight of a whale swimming so majestically in the deep sea. He seemed so alive. It was beautiful.

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