Now we see through a glass darkly

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

Thursday, July 10, 2014

I know that Mrs Bluejay has a sharp side, but not so sharp as if you have broken a bone.

She has prodded and nudged me this way and that on many a day. Not like this morning. This morning she was positively livid.

You have been avoiding me, she yelled. You need to know that we are all very angry with you for breaking a bone. We do not do that and we are totally against the breaking of bones, do you hear me.

I didn't do it on purpose, I insisted. I hear that Mrs. Bunny suggested the alfalfa for you and you haven't been following her directions and that there are a great many more germs running rampant in your home that I'll not go into right now, on account of your weakened state.

Thank you for caring and not going any further, Mrs. Bluejay. I appreciate your candor and concern and will certainly take the alfalfa as directed by Mrs Bunny. I got in the car and went to work.

I do love the outspokenness of the Bluejays! You always know where you stand with them.

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