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From Mothering Heights By Peggy Bruner, January, 2001 POST CHRISTMAS REPORT On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me… a ceramic partridge sitting in a live bonsai pear tree. (Cool!) On days two through four, True Love arrived with nothing less than 4 calling birds, three French hens, and 2 turtledoves. (Cool and CLEVER.) On the fifth day of Christmas, Mr. Love gave to me… 5 bags of birdseed (Hmmm… practical, if not generous.) On the sixth day of Christmas, TL gave to me…6 replacement batteries for the heater of the high-tech, state-of-the-art, solar-powered, Audubon-approved, environmentally friendly, lightweight, cost-effective, weather-resistant SunBather 2000 Bird Bath. This means my little feathered friends can have fresh water to wash down the 5 bags of birdseed, which lasted about 20 minutes (Hmmm…practical…and sooooooo romantic.) On the seventh day of Christmas, the old geezer gave to me… 7 wire brushes to clean the high-tech, state-of-the-art, solar-powered, Audubon-approved, environmentally friendly, lightweight, cost-effective, weather-resistant SunBather 2000 Bird Bath. This has to be done every day, it seems. (OK…I’ll give him practical, but this is definitely NOT cool, thoughtful or considerate.) |
On the eighth day of…blah, blah, blah… 8 boxes of raccoon repellent. (Gee whiz, a lesser man would have sent flowers!) On the ninth day… oh, never mind…let’s just cut to the chase…. What’s-his-name gave me: 12 glass bird ornaments (cat broke ‘em), 11 cartons of mealy worms (always the Don Juan), 10 songbird place mats (the table seats 4), 9 blocks of suet (raccoons got ‘em), 8 boxes of raccoon repellent (yeah, right), 7 wire brushes (woman’s work is never done), 6 replacement batteries for the heater of the high-tech, state-of-the-art, solar-powered, Audubon-approved, environmentally friendly, lightweight, cost-effective, weather-resistant SunBather 2000 Bird Bath (which broke when the raccoons knocked it over), 5 puny little bags of birdseed, 4 calling birds, three French hens, 2 turtle doves, and a ceramic partridge (the tree never had a chance). On day thirteen, I got a new boyfriend. He’s a jeweler. |