High flyin' bird

I drove out to the SJWA for a little alone time in my favorite sacred spot yesterday. My life is not really fitting together too well right now, deals aren't coming together, five more straight weeks of immunotherapy treatments on the horizon, I am frankly tired of grinding but don't really have any other options. Thought it would be a nice place to mope.

Place was as dried out as a desiccated prune. Maybe my worst washout there ever. Think I saw one hawk. Hardly even a duck in sight.

Ladies and gentlemen, the water has run dry. 

I took my customary hike anyway, dusted the cobwebs off, fought through it.

I would like to say that I had a profound epiphany or zen like moment of satori or mental clarity but I did not. The depressive fog remains...

A few aches in the knees and hips, maybe.

You only are granted so many get out of jail free credits in your lifetime and I think I long ago lost my allotments for filling inside straights. 

And tired card game metaphors.

I went to the Walker Ponds and it was just as bleak, decided to put my tail between my legs and go back home.

My turn to lose, obviously.  Oops, I did it again.

Not going to flip the switch feeling sorry for myself in any case. Just have to wait for the next deal.

I am feeling pretty much alone on my branch, like this egret here. Not very good company, to be sure. Running out of oxygen. And markets.

I drove back home and managed to catch the mother hawk in the nest with the kids. Haven't seen that in a week or two.

I didn't have the right aperture set to nail the shot with my prime but the zoom worked out okay. Kids are really growing up.

Two moments of levity to share with you. I was at the cancer doctor's office and the nurse took me back to check my weight and height. The very sharp p.a. is standing there looking at her clipboard. The nurse asked me if I could see the sign for room number seven?

I said, "Oh is there an eye test too?" They cracked up.

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I am at the flea market on Sunday and I have a set of Venetian Murano glass fruit by Barbini that I am hawking, a pear and an apple. 

I am holding the pear in my hand showing it to a woman and she looks at me and says "Is this a pair?" 

I turned to her and cracked wise, "Well, it ain't a banana, lady." Everybody nearby busted up, the timing was too perfect.

Have to have some fun along the way.