We should invest more in bird education

The life of the housewife-translator

What time of the day are you?

"You are 3:15 p.m.
You are the moment when the last bell rings and school lets out for the day. You are resistant to schedules and obligations, so you love feeling like you're in control of your life again. You are the very moment when the second hand hits the 12, and the halls fill with noise and motion. Even if your after-school time is packed with activities, lessons, or a job, somehow, you just feel freer in the late afternoon than you do earlier in the day. Maybe it's all that blue sky and afternoon sunshine? Nah -- even on rainy days, 3:15 is always a beautiful time."

Let's just say that at this time of the day I'm usually sleeping my beauty nap. Got it?
HO HO HO

Benji's preschool

So yesterday Benji spent the afternoon at his likely future preschool.

Yes, dear readers, children grow up fast. When we realize it, it's time to find a school, buy materials, uniform.

I'm a devoted mother. I had stopped taking him to pet stores because all of them, with no exception, are adept to cages. Imagine you getting to a beauty salon for a complete session including manicure, pedicure, hair, Brazilian wax, and then you have to wait because their schedule is late. But you won't wait sitting on a chair, no. It will be in a cage. Got it? Impracticable for me, impracticable for my dogson.

But didn't I find, the other day while browsing the net, this neat place?

And so off to the new place he went yesterday. Proud grandma drove her doggrandson there. She said the little creature just completely forgot about her, and started playing with other dogs, and did not cry, and did not give her that sad-puppy-dog-eyes-rescue-me look. Grandma then went back home, and Ms. Jaqueline said she would drive Benji back home.

I must say one thing: The first time your baby is away from home without a family member around is painful for the mother. Several times during the afternoon I was on the brink of having a heart attack, until 8pm, when they finally arrived with my little sweet-patoody-pookey-wookey.

Ms. Jaqueline even showed me how he sits like a grownup with only a hand gesture and a doggy treat. Fantastic.

There was even a photo session!





Sigh...

It is time to pay enrollment fees, buy educational material, uniforms... And prepare my heart and soul and mind to stay without him a whole day once a week, until he is trained on the basics so we can start to practice Agility.

A mother's life is not easy.

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The question I've been asking myself since yesterday is whether the trick Ms. Jaqueline uses, that one of the doggy treat and hand gesture, works on people too. It would be soooo nice to make, for instance, your boyfriend hand you the remote control with a simple hand gesture and a boyfriendy treat, wouldn't it? HO HO HO

How I killed the Grasshopper

So last night it arrived. It just got in, and started flying around. Benji was sleeping on the couch with mom, and I was praying he wouldn't wake up and start hunting the poor green thing. Well, he didn't, the little green thing was safe for the night.

It was a beautiful little green creature, too. Looked like a leaf, a very bright shade of green, something like this:




Anyways.

This afternoon, I found it on my living room's window, sitting there just looking outside. I even think I heard it saying how unhappy it was being inside and not outside where it belonged.

What would you do, Reader? Exactly. I took it very carefully, and threw it outside the window. It flew away so happily! Then it landed on the grass, where I kinda lost it, since it was the exact same color of the grass.

It took two seconds. TWO. The green thing landed on the grass, one, two, the bird arrived. I thought, no, it's not gonna happen. In fact the bird just stood there for a while, and I thought, hmm, it's tired from flying around, it's resting.

But no, the bird grabbed the grasshopper with absolutely no ceremony, and just flew away.

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Moral of the story: A being outside its natural world is not necessarily lost, it might well be just hiding from the monsters.

Moral of the story 2: Do not interfere with other beings' lives, or in other words, mind your own damn business.

Moral of the story 3: If a fairy flies into your house, offer her a glass of wine, something to eat, and make her stay. You wouldn't want to kill a fairy.