Now we see through a glass darkly

Now we see through a glass darkly
Helen Keller and her mother exemplified in the Miracle Worker

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

The Robins didn't recognize me in Em's coat...

The robins were having a table talk discussion. Aunt Julia was hosting the party and the mushrooms had the lot of them inebriated with glee. I thought that the robins felt close enough to me to join the party. Mother Robin was pecking and pecking small fragments of the mushrooms for the young girls to eat as they gabbed about everything from soup to bees. (They are off nuts for the holiday)
The younger birds didn’t recognize me in Emily’s coat. They started flying from one to another saying she’s got a gun fly over there. She’s got a gun. I said to myself, what did I do? I saw that I had my hand in my pocket and that scared the younger crew. Mother Robin kept right on pecking she was completely out of touch with the riotous activity of the younger girl robins. I laughed as I got out of the way of their snowy glee.
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