In heaven the air is full of bees

So this morning before work I walked down to the store and got some stuff for lunch and on my way back to the office some crows stopped and visited and I gave them some peanuts and went back to the office and ate the stuff I had bought for lunch and worked and then at lunchtime I went to the park and strolled around and found a shady spot under some trees and there was a large box-like wooden construction there that held four beehives, two of them populated and busily at work and I sat and watched the bees, which I love, they’re my favorite insect, always have been, I was fascinated by the bees that lived in my uncle’s wall and I visited him often to listen to them when I was a little boy, but I really fell in love with bees earlier this summer when the lavender by the gate was in full bloom and full of bees and when I came home and opened the gate a cloud of lavender-scented bees enveloped me and brushed my face without stinging me and that’s when I fell in love with bees. Then four crows, crows that didn’t know me yet, as I had not yet fed crows in the park, showed up and I threw them a peanut and then another and after three or four peanuts one had the cojones to try one and then three were competing for the peanuts I threw them while a fourth one watched from further off and I threw them peanuts and watched the bees until I ran out of peanuts then I walked back to the office. On the way a crow, one from before, stopped by and watched me for a while and I watched him and checked all my pockets but I was really out of peanuts so I apologized and walked back to my desk.
Some days you just need bees and crows.

Watch your honey drip, can’t keep away

One summer to help me make money my windowasher uncle let me wash windows with him. He probably split the money with me 50:50 on the jobs I helped him on, although he worked ten times as fast as I did. One hot day we washed windows at a beekeeper’s home, coincidentally on the same day as the beekeeper extracted honey from a bunch of hives, so as we balanced up on our high ladders and washed windows swarms of angry honeybees stung us.

After the first dozen stings, it doesn’t hurt so much.

Speaking of insects, after ten years or so on this blog it feels as if it’s finally lived up to¬† its name. Assuming I keep flapping my wings. I haven’t been happy non-stop, but I’ve been closer to my heart than I have been in decades, and rather joyous/blissful/whateverwe’vediscussedthisbefore as opposed to sarcastic and cynical.

I haven’t been as funny, though, IMO, YMMV, and I miss that, but maybe it just takes a while for self-deprecation and snarkiness to be replaced by something else just as funny.

What I’m trying to say is, there’s a pine tree outside my office window that is beautiful. It reminds me of Japan, especially but not only when it has snow on it, as it did last month, and now when it reminds me of Japan it not only makes me nostalgic, but also rather sad and concerned, but it’s still a beautiful tree.

I go stand on the balcony of my office and look at it and think, sure is beautiful, this world.

That’s what I think. Even on a hot day, getting stung by lots of bees.

I’ve been sad all day because Gamma is mad at me because I’m ruining her life by not letting her spend the night partying at a boy’s house with a girlfriend and allegedly three boys. She’s 13.

I found out about it last night. My wife was all, she told you about it three weeks ago and I was all, she still can’t go and anyhow, what? My wife suggested I talk to Gamma about it and so I did and got such details as, she doesn’t know his last name and his house is in another town near a bus stop, and, yes, of course, dad, his parents will be home. That all made me feel a lot better but I still said no.

Don’t tell anyone, but I’m always shocked whenever I put my foot down about something and people take me seriously. Like I’m some big scary guy when I don’t feel that way at all.

But, hey, if they buy it I’m selling it.

Excuse me, I have to go look at a tree.