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153 June 2, 2018

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Happy 153rd day of the year!

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50: The Explanation Continues May 30, 2018

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On the eighty-seventh day of the year, I explained how I had been away from home twenty-four nights. On this, the one hundred fiftieth day of the year (hello, fellow 365ers!), I am reporting that that number has risen to fifty (I hit it a week ago). I am booking seven more days away, my monthly trip south, this time to help out my recently widowed mother.

One third of my days away this year. And no real vacation in sight.

Sprinkler Service May 26, 2018

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I have been to so many memorials of late that when I received a work e-mail with the subject line “Sprinkler Service June 5,” I immediately wondered Who’s Sprinkler?, and would I have to find room in the summer issue of the journal for his obituary?

It is, of course, an annual inspection of the system.

Two Birthday Limericks for Amy April 10, 2018

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An English professor–slash-writer
laughs loudly at things that delight her.
Her mirth is contagious—
guffaws so outrageous
we deliberately strive to incite her.

A woman wed ’midst the saguaros
bet wisely on happy tomorrows.
At fifty, still gorgeous,
Amy’s  heart  is enormous
and Ken never glances at bar hos.

7BY1: Quarterly Report April 1, 2018

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Of course, as soon as the calendar turns to January 1 and my annual list turns to zero, species begin to elude me. That kestrel that is always on Route 30 on the wire goes into hiding. Snow buntings play at the corners of my vision while I am driving and can’t stop and get my 99% certainty to 100. I hear a raven but forget to write it down, then decide to wait til I hear one again, and they remain quiet.

Still, I’m doing all right (for me, not for a serious birder), because I’m two species ahead of my best first quarter (all those trips to Maryland and one to Maine). Here they are:

Dark-eyed junco, hairy woodpecker, tufted titmouse, downy woodpecker, American goldfinch, red-bellied woodpecker, black-capped chickadee, house finch, Carolina wren, white-breasted nuthatch, blue jay, American crow, European starling, rock pigeon, mourning dove, northern cardinal, purple finch, red-tailed hawk, rough-legged hawk, Canada goose, turkey vulture, herring gull, wild turkey, pileated woodpecker, eastern bluebird, snowy owl, mallard, American robin, northern harrier, short-eared owl, red-breasted merganser, common loon, surf scoter, house sparrow, common eider, northern mockingbird, common goldeneye, bufflehead, great black-backed gull, merlin, song sparrow, red-winged blackbird, cedar waxwing, fish crow, bald eagle, common grackle, greater scaup, lesser scaup, common merganser, American wigeon, ring-billed gull, hooded merganser, snow goose, American kestrel, brown creeper, black vulture, great blue heron, northern shoveler.

I got the northern shoveler in Central Park.

Year-to-date count: 58. (2012: 40. 2013: 53. 2014: 40. 2015: 43. 2016: 56. 2017: 50.)

24: An Explanation March 28, 2018

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Today is the eighty-seventh day of the year, and I have spent twenty-four nights away from home.

I know that it is the eighty-seventh day of the year because (along with several of you) I’ve been doing another 365 project, writing allegedly daily this year. But because of all those nights away (and really, because of all the days), I have only written eighty-two things, and it’s a miracle that I’m not more behind than that.

I know that I have spent twenty-four nights away from home because I have spent twelve of those nights in my old hometown dealing with ailing/aging parents. I have spent five of those nights en route to and from that hometown. I have spent five nights in Portland with Tim on business. And I just spent two nights with a friend to go see a concert in the city—an actual treat to myself after all the working trips.

I am so far behind.

But there, for those of you not reading me elsewhere, is an explanation.

Stay tuned for the quarterly bird list.

153 in the Checkout Line February 25, 2018

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yesterday. I’m sure the woman whose groceries were just below the magazine rack was a bit concerned about what I might be up to.

A Birthday Limerick for Yesterday’s Fiftieth February 8, 2018

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Lamont, master of the deflection,
is at once mischief and pure convention.
His vast generosity
and jaunty jocosity
are proof that he’s paying attention.

153s: Screen Shots January 23, 2018

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153 views.

 

153 e-mails.

155/2018 January 8, 2018

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For the first time ever, I’m ahead of the average needed per day to get rid of the same number of things in a year as the year itself. I mention it because (a) it happened and (b) Mali mentioned that she’s taking up this challenge too.

I have this large three-ring binder filled with printed-out and handed-to-me recipes (including Mali’s fried rice!). It was overflowing. Tim and I successfully culled 144 of them this weekend. And that binder is still plenty full. Mali’s fried rice remains.

It doesn’t give me any extra physical room in the house, but it’s a step.

Don’t worry. I’ll be behind again in no time.