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People often ask about professional boundaires in my line of work, and how I keep from getting too down on life after all these years of listening to stories of some of the worst luck or worst of human behavior. God knows I came back from NOLA ready to give up on the U.S. as a whole and pack my bags for Belize forever, or move to some mountain top and never speak to another person again.
Simple answer is that there seems to be a few compartments in my head that function and do all the tough stuff when I work. And unlike life, at least at work I am ready for the uknown. Every day if full of surprises and that’s a big part of why I love this work. So if someone decides to tell me of the heinous crime they have committed or were the victim of-it comes with the territory.
But today, after sitting with a whole lot of personal human pain and managing to retain hopefullness on behalf of those who have currently lost it-
I then came home to find that the little doves who have built a nest on my hanging geranium pot have had a disaster. I guess the plant blew down somehow. Funny how completely horrified I was and heartsick at the sight of that teeny nest, you’d think I found a human corpse on my balcony deck…
I hung the plant back up and put this precious little white egg back (never mind that I’ve eaten about a half dozen eggs in the past 2 weeks without batting an eye)-then I noticed that the poor gray fuzzy little chick laying there was NOT dead so I scooped it up too and put her/him back in the nest. Holding that puny, big-eyed speck of life with 2 fingers felt like such a big responsibility, and at this point I was aware of Mom or Dad Dove watching us from afar.
They’ve been put back, short one broken egg I could not save. I am pacing like an expectant father waiting for the doves to come back, wondering if I should foster parent this chick by feeding & warming it myself, but like Discovery Channel-we must let nature take its course!
OK- time to meet Paul for a run. 2 miles tonight toward my goal of 10 miles before SUnday for this week.
Last weekend brought me 0 miles and a serious Crow Royal buzz but that’s a whole other blog about flashbacks and L.A. and Koreans, Taiwanese friends, CSPP, plagues, and a PT cruiser : )
Perhaps we’ll keep that one offline…
Meanwhile P is out somewhere playing softball on tonight-our 3rd wedding anniversary. How time flies! We’ve postponed the fancy dinner out until the weekend when we can really celebrate properly.
Let’s hope we can celebrate our day with a reunited dove family right outside our bedroom window…
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