
Good Morning Andy...I saw your farewell post is continuing to gather comments. So, rather than talk about Real Estate, lets talk about ......birds, rain, and that old storm named Fay
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh
I do love my mornings. Today was weird. There was a sound coming from outside that I faintly remembered.
Could that be birds?? Its been weeks since I heard birds. A thought crosses my mind. Where do the birds go??
For over a week we have been extremely windy and raining. Before that we were very windy and raining. It gets old, all this raining.
I try to imagine what Noah would have felt like. Maybe he would have said…Hey Mike!! If you’re so worried, where is your boat?
Good point Noah, go feed a giraffe or something.
For days I have seen the television showing streets flooding, lakes overflowing, and non stop coverage of this rainmaker named Fay. Who names a storm Fay…Sounds more like a second cousin from your mothers side, the one who can’t get a good date. But Fay is certainly going to be remembered as the drought breaker, the rainmaker, the guest who came and really just would not leave.
I decide to take my coffee outside to the screened in porch. I hang the potted plants we had taken down during the days of wind and rain. Still waterlogged and soaked, they begin to leak almost in unison onto the floor. Oh well, deal with that later.

But this morning, at 6:48, the sky has a certain yellow pinkish haze that seems strangely surreal. The trees are looking cleaner, the yards are certainly greener, and the birds are singing after all. I still don’t know where they go, but I am glad they are back. My large oak trees full of finches are chirping more loudly now as the sun actually crests our horizon. I am momentarily blinded by the glare, I take a minute to look into my coffee cup to now see blazing spots swirling in the steam that rises from my cup.
The air is remarkably clean and fresh, and I think this will be a great time to open all the windows in the house, to let in that freshness. On second thought, maybe I will ask my wife what she thinks, when she gets up. Sometimes my good ideas aren’t always accepted, I decide to wait for her input.
One of my cats comes walking, tip toeing across the indoor-outdoor carpet. He take a step or two and then shakes his paws, first the fronts, and then the backs. At this pace it will take him a while to get over here to the relative safety of the chairs I have already wiped down this morning. He too is sniffing the air, seemingly pleased with the results. However, the opinion of someone who licks their own butt may be a bit suspect.
The finches are flittering between the trees, the activity is quite a complicated game of musical branches. I try to count the birds, but they are in a state of constant motion, there is no way to count them. I settle between 40 and 70, but realize I could be off by a few either way. The cat has made it to the chair, and is infatuated with the movement of the birds as well. He is a sissy cat, and has only been able to hunt lizards and bugs that may make it into the house or garage. That is the extent of his world. I let him out one time and my wife got so upset I thought it was going to be the end of mine. Lesson Learned. Check….
Well the laptop battery has had enough, and I think I will go inside to see what the morning TV has to say about the day. Me, I already know its going to be OK, the sun is shining, and life will get back to normal soon.
Oh by the way Andy, this is for you my friend. I see evidence of you lurking in the hallways of Active Rain from time to time, when you are ready, throw us a new post to let us know you are OK.
C-Ya
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collection. Way to go, that's what we need. Another is setting up appointments with smaller bankers and private lenders in his area that have commercial inventory for sale at a great discount. Super Job!




