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The Freemason's Daughter by Shelley Sackier
The Freemason's Daughter by Shelley Sackier





What was it that made both the birds and me fail to see the futility of our actions and the physical and mental harm we were putting ourselves through?

The Freemason

They think it’s the right thing to do.Īll month long I had been positive I was doing the right thing too, but just like the bluebirds, I kept falling down the pipe. Ye see, the indifferent installer lectures me on the phone, the idiot birds are damn straight positive they should be making a nest in that there tiny space up top. And then, moments later, there is another bird-surely not the same bird-flapping and frantic, coming down the pipe. I release it through an open window and say after it, Don’t make the same mistake twice. I feel it whiffling about between my enclosed fingers. I reach carefully into the woodstove and put my hands around a tiny, terrified bundle of fluff. I work with language all day long, and yet I have fallen flat on my face and repeatedly taste the same snoutful of dirt, always lifting my head, blinking around bewilderingly, wondering how the hell I’ve landed here again. I am a writer, an educator, and an editor. I marvel at the irony that my life’s work sits firmly beneath the umbrella of communications and yet my transmissions are received as garbled, twaddling claptrap. If I couldn’t do it for myself, how would I presume to do it for others? I count fifteen avian rescues I have made this week alone and reflect on how one of the main contributing factors to my terrible-horrible-very bad-no good month has been the inability to communicate some of the most basic, necessary, and essential needs I required. Yer just gonna have to find a way to communicate to them that what they’re doing is stupid. Well, cuz that’d be bad for the health of the chimney, they state.Īnd what of the health of the bluebirds? I add.

The Freemason The Freemason

Why is there not some form of wiring around the cap of the chimney? I ask. I have called my woodstove company-these feeling, and oh-so-brilliant installers I have written about in the past-who have simply laughed at the number of phone calls they’ve gotten in just one week over this very same issue.







The Freemason's Daughter by Shelley Sackier