I had a great day yesterday. Woke refreshed. Did my domestic duties and ate a great breakfast while putting together my blog post. Then I headed out for an hour-long walk that took me through Queen’s Park.
As I approached the petting zoo a peacock screeched and his tail feathers came up and fanned out in a myriad of beautiful blues and iridescent greens.
I stopped then and watched as he paraded about trying to catch a female’s attention and her fancy. He would shake his bottom then his plummage would quiver enticingly.
The female behaved as if she was bored but she would get a little closer on each round which made the male that much more excited.
I smiled as I left the two peacocks and their counterparts to continue their mating dance.
I finished my walk feeling invigorated. Soon I’ll be running at 5:00 AM again. It was good to just connect to that area of my world once more.
I had a productive day, a good day.
I fell asleep quickly and was in deep.
The sudden crash pulled me out of sleep with an adrenalin rush. I laid in my bed, ears focused on any additional sounds but nothing came. I tiptoed to my door and opened it quietly.
I knew immediately there was no other presence in my home.
So I turned on the lights to find out what had gone bump in the night.
The living room and kitchen were secure. I looked into the office I am setting up.
There on the floor was a photograph I’d hung temporarily. Thankfully the frame doesn’t have glass in it. It would seem the nail had not been secure. I picked it up inspecting it briefly before setting it aside.
One last glance around and I slipped back into my bed. My heart still beating far too fast. I was very much awake and so what had begun as a great nights sleep had a 45 minute break in it.
I thought seriously about using a personal day today. Much to be done and I’m on a mission these days.
I will ensure this evening that all picture hangers are secure. A few weeks back I found some art pieces at a consignment shop. The frames alone were worth more than their cost. One was a Bateman…and an unusual one at that. I will be making it a point to pop in there on a regular basis down the road.
Old Buggy & Winter Birds by Robert Bateman…my recent find!
Monday has reached the halftime showing and it has been a morning of technical difficulties. All the things I wanted to complete have been trumped.
Time for some lunch and hopefully a bit more productivity this afternoon.