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I forgot I had a “blog” / remembering Spring’s influenza

Tree swallow among the sumach, gazing into the foggy ethereals!

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I was poorly already, but when the word came down that one of our rarer warblers was eating bugs in Etobicoke, it became essential for me to spend 5 hours in and around the dirt, snitching along the creek, hoping for pop-ups, easy light, and pictorial sweetwindows. Anyhow, the Kentucky Warbler is an elegant little softy but he is a demon also, and I consider him at least partially responsible for the influenza which ensconced me like a blanket of cold and leggy spiders! But feisty mulchers, worry not: I am on the mend, am no longer agued, and will live to taxidermize and photograph the good Spring warblers yet again!

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Another pleasant look at the simple but dressy Kentucky Warbler, seen some days ago in southeast Etobicoke. Then I got influenza and hid in my apartment, but now it’s time to go snitching again.
P.S. The lamebrained composition was necessary because of problems to the left and right.

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In one of my Batman comics there was an advertisement for, I think, the Vic20. Pictured was a boy my age, sitting on his bed, his sneakers on a small carpet near the bedroom door. The room had wooden floors and a cozy dignity. The boy was skinny, and he had straight brown hair.
One day in late August, my mother and I went shopping at Miracle Mart and when we came home I asked her: “Can I keep my shoes upstairs from now on?”
“Where upstairs?”
“In my room.”
“Why do you want your shoes in your room?”
I didn’t answer.
My mother said: “Shoes belong downstairs, on the family shoe rug.”
Then I said: “I’ll still take my shoes off at the front of the house, then I’ll carry them upstairs and put them on a towel near the door of my room.”
“No,” my mother said, “I don’t want you making a mess. Shoes belong downstairs.”
“But it’s my birthday soon!”
“Yes, and I’ll make any cake you want,” she said, “and also a special supper.”


But I didn’t listen. For a few days or maybe a week I snuck my sneakers upstairs to my room and put them on a towel by the door. I would sit on my bed and look at my sneakers by the door but still I wasn’t happy. Pretty soon I abandoned my plan and moved on to other things.
I didn’t know then that in actuality I was pining to be a different sort of boy altogether.
Anyhow, these days I feel much better, but I must tell you that I haven’t worn sneakers in more than 20 years!

p.s. Eastern Kingbird among the sumach, and then later the tansies