I live in a very bicycle-friendly community now. However, my bike has been broken (disintegrating tires, among other things) for the past four years. After I moved out, I had always planned on fixing my bike, but I had never gotten around to it -- until recently!
I intended to have my bike shop take a picture of me with my new bike, but I forgot my camera, so I had to wait until I was back home. I picked it up this evening, which means that starting Monday, I am a bicycle commuter! One of my coworkers is also a bicycle commuter, and every day he stops by my office to ask if I've fixed my bike. This has been going on for a couple of months, so he was shocked when I told him that starting Monday, I might see him on the bike path.
I only live about 2.5 miles from work, and I'm just a few blocks away from a really nice bike path that takes me right there, so I am really excited about this development.
Coming home from the bike shop, I forgot how much fun being on a bicycle can be! I really should be doing much more cross-training instead of always running! I have good intentions to start weight lifting again, doing yoga, etc., but running is really the only thing I do consistently. And now 5 miles per work day of biking.
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Just to add a bit of parrot, here's Max, keeping an eye on things. My apartment building was built around 100 years ago, so there was no such thing as open concept. That means that even if we're just one room away (here: I'm in the kitchen; Max is in the dining room) she has to position herself carefully in order to watch me.
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I had my third date last night with this really fun guy. We went to see the Queen documentary/concert movie (which I highly recommend.) I am very sad that I was never able to see Freddie Mercury perform live, but they did such an amazing job remastering the concert footage that you'd never guess it was filmed nearly 30 years ago.
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And ending with someone who just thinks she might be one of the cutest parrots ever:
Actually she was probably trying to get me to give her a nut!
Friday, September 21, 2012
Max, Partially Upside-Down
One of my favorite things is when Max walks around the house with her head upside down. I have not been able to figure out why she does it, but it is so adorable. I only captured it a little bit here, and even then the lighting is bad (more so in the video than in real life) but since it is my blog, I am posting it anyway.
Since it's just been me with the parrots, I feel like I have become that much closer to them, especially Max.
Max's One-Track Mind
Max is a bit obsessed right now. She is very nesty, and wants to hang out in the bathroom, preferably in the drawers.
She was going all night, and I managed to catch it on video:
If she were male, as long as her behavior didn't change, I'd allow this. However, since she is female, the concern of egg-binding arises. Therefore, after getting it on video, I removed her and then closed the bathroom door.
Her hopes were up, but I took her away and distracted her, eventually.
Luckily, she has not become more aggressive during her nesty time. She's almost 11 years old, and this is the first time I can remember that she's been so nesty. Poor girl.
She was going all night, and I managed to catch it on video:
Her hopes were up, but I took her away and distracted her, eventually.
Luckily, she has not become more aggressive during her nesty time. She's almost 11 years old, and this is the first time I can remember that she's been so nesty. Poor girl.
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Morning with Max
The caiques were being ridiculous this morning, so only Max came out. She kept me company, standing on the ledge by my bathtub, as I brushed my teeth.
I had to leave the bathroom to grab something from the dining room, so she followed me to her stand. When I asked her if she wanted to shower with me, she declined, so I left her alone on her stand. I would generally advise against leaving parrots unattended, for their safety, as well as for the safety of items in the house, but I was living on the edge, plus I know Max pretty well, so I left her.
As suspected, by the time I'd finished my shower, she was standing on the bathroom floor, making her sad, come and get me! sound. I set her on the sink while I dried my hair, and she immediately raced into the drawer I had left open after taking out my dryer.
I took her out as soon as I took these pictures, as I do not want, in any way, to promote nesting behavior. She nicely stepped up and was back to her normal self after she was out of the dark, enclosed space.
I had to leave the bathroom to grab something from the dining room, so she followed me to her stand. When I asked her if she wanted to shower with me, she declined, so I left her alone on her stand. I would generally advise against leaving parrots unattended, for their safety, as well as for the safety of items in the house, but I was living on the edge, plus I know Max pretty well, so I left her.
As suspected, by the time I'd finished my shower, she was standing on the bathroom floor, making her sad, come and get me! sound. I set her on the sink while I dried my hair, and she immediately raced into the drawer I had left open after taking out my dryer.
I took her out as soon as I took these pictures, as I do not want, in any way, to promote nesting behavior. She nicely stepped up and was back to her normal self after she was out of the dark, enclosed space.
Monday, September 17, 2012
Mid-September Update
Hello my dear blog friends,
Yet again, a month has gone by with very few posts and very few pictures taken. I intend to get back to a more normal posting schedule soon, but I've been intending to do so for months now! In any case, please do not take my silence for despair or sadness; on the contrary, things are great!
I think part of me didn't want to post because Thomas knows about the blog and I didn't want him knowing what's going on with my life. But then I realized that he just doesn't care. It kind of boggles my mind, but it's true. He is never going to check the blog, because we are all dead to him. So I can write whatever I want!
During one of the last times I had to speak with him, about selling the house (It's final and sold!) I mentioned that Rocky had been adopted and asked if he wanted to know about his new family, and he flat out said no, that he didn't care.
I'm not sure if this is false bravado after realizing that he's lost the only beings who ever loved him (me, my family, and the parrots) or if he really doesn't care, but I'm leaning toward the latter. I've done a ton of reading on people with personality disorders, so I can understand, on an intellectual level, what is going on with him, but it's still hard for me to really understand what it's like to live that way.
In any case, after making that realization, I now feel safe to post.
The parrots are all doing extremely well. My job is more demanding of my time, so I don't have as much time to spend with them as I'd like, but they are adjusting.
Here's a picture of Calypso, when he went from his stand to the plant that was next to his stand. Luckily for him, it is perch-like as I did a bad job of rotating it so it didn't grow evenly!
Here she is after a bath a couple of days ago. My mom and I were painting, and Max decided to keep us company.
As for me, work is going really, really well. Long hours, but I knew that going in. When Thomas left us just as I'd finished paying for him to go to medical school, right before he was to start actually contributing to the household, and just after I found out I was losing my well-paying job, I was a bit worried about what kind of job I'd be able to find and how I'd be able to support us, since cheaper places wouldn't allow birds. I am happy to say that I have landed on my feet. I will most likely buy a house in the spring, and I can't wait to make it all mine! And the parrots', of course!
I love our new neighborhood! I can go weeks without using my car, as I usually walk or take the bus to work, and grocery shopping, many of my friends, and tons of things to do are within a half mile of my apartment. My bike is currently being fixed up, and then I will become a bicycle commuter. I can't wait!
I have been dating a bit -- a lot of bad first dates -- I will have to relay some of the stories here in the future. But I've recently met someone who is a bit promising. It's still really early on, but we laugh for hours, have tons in common, and he is super good-looking! And he lives less than a mile from me!
The last 7 or so years of my marriage, I can't remember Thomas complimenting me. Medical school, residency, and fellowship changed him. He'd tell me I was fat (I'm a size 4), or that I was ugly and looked like a man (not true) -- which I laughed off as I thought he was joking. But now I think that he was serious and trying to make me unhappy because he is a fundamentally unhappy person and misery loves company. It's so great to be around friends and family that are so nice to me! I was trying to think of the last time someone was mean to me, and I couldn't remember. It had to have been Thomas, but it's so insignificant now that I can't even remember the specific incident.
Sometimes I get angry at myself for staying in a bad marriage for so long. I thought I was happy, and I didn't recognize it as a bad marriage. Why did I not realize when I was being verbally and emotionally abused? My therapist told me it was like I was in a one-man cult, and I'm such a happy, positive person that I didn't let it get me down. But that I have to be very careful in recognizing red flags and acting on them so that I don't waste more years in another terrible relationship, with someone who doesn't deserve me. I have done so much reading and introspection, and I'm glad that I got out when I was young enough to create a new, wonderful life for myself.
Anyway, by putting this out on the blog, I am hoping to start regular posting again. I love being able to go back throughout the years and see what I was doing this time of year in 2009, for example, and the future me will probably be upset with the present me for not writing regularly!
Yet again, a month has gone by with very few posts and very few pictures taken. I intend to get back to a more normal posting schedule soon, but I've been intending to do so for months now! In any case, please do not take my silence for despair or sadness; on the contrary, things are great!
I think part of me didn't want to post because Thomas knows about the blog and I didn't want him knowing what's going on with my life. But then I realized that he just doesn't care. It kind of boggles my mind, but it's true. He is never going to check the blog, because we are all dead to him. So I can write whatever I want!
During one of the last times I had to speak with him, about selling the house (It's final and sold!) I mentioned that Rocky had been adopted and asked if he wanted to know about his new family, and he flat out said no, that he didn't care.
I'm not sure if this is false bravado after realizing that he's lost the only beings who ever loved him (me, my family, and the parrots) or if he really doesn't care, but I'm leaning toward the latter. I've done a ton of reading on people with personality disorders, so I can understand, on an intellectual level, what is going on with him, but it's still hard for me to really understand what it's like to live that way.
In any case, after making that realization, I now feel safe to post.
The parrots are all doing extremely well. My job is more demanding of my time, so I don't have as much time to spend with them as I'd like, but they are adjusting.
Here's a picture of Calypso, when he went from his stand to the plant that was next to his stand. Luckily for him, it is perch-like as I did a bad job of rotating it so it didn't grow evenly!
Max is as sweet as ever. She loves wandering around the house, looking for me. She's kind of like a dog that way. I figure it's good exercise for her, and since it's just me in the house, I don't have to worry about her getting stepped on. Usually she flies, so she can land on my arm, but sometimes she walks.
As for me, work is going really, really well. Long hours, but I knew that going in. When Thomas left us just as I'd finished paying for him to go to medical school, right before he was to start actually contributing to the household, and just after I found out I was losing my well-paying job, I was a bit worried about what kind of job I'd be able to find and how I'd be able to support us, since cheaper places wouldn't allow birds. I am happy to say that I have landed on my feet. I will most likely buy a house in the spring, and I can't wait to make it all mine! And the parrots', of course!
I love our new neighborhood! I can go weeks without using my car, as I usually walk or take the bus to work, and grocery shopping, many of my friends, and tons of things to do are within a half mile of my apartment. My bike is currently being fixed up, and then I will become a bicycle commuter. I can't wait!
I have been dating a bit -- a lot of bad first dates -- I will have to relay some of the stories here in the future. But I've recently met someone who is a bit promising. It's still really early on, but we laugh for hours, have tons in common, and he is super good-looking! And he lives less than a mile from me!
The last 7 or so years of my marriage, I can't remember Thomas complimenting me. Medical school, residency, and fellowship changed him. He'd tell me I was fat (I'm a size 4), or that I was ugly and looked like a man (not true) -- which I laughed off as I thought he was joking. But now I think that he was serious and trying to make me unhappy because he is a fundamentally unhappy person and misery loves company. It's so great to be around friends and family that are so nice to me! I was trying to think of the last time someone was mean to me, and I couldn't remember. It had to have been Thomas, but it's so insignificant now that I can't even remember the specific incident.
Sometimes I get angry at myself for staying in a bad marriage for so long. I thought I was happy, and I didn't recognize it as a bad marriage. Why did I not realize when I was being verbally and emotionally abused? My therapist told me it was like I was in a one-man cult, and I'm such a happy, positive person that I didn't let it get me down. But that I have to be very careful in recognizing red flags and acting on them so that I don't waste more years in another terrible relationship, with someone who doesn't deserve me. I have done so much reading and introspection, and I'm glad that I got out when I was young enough to create a new, wonderful life for myself.
Anyway, by putting this out on the blog, I am hoping to start regular posting again. I love being able to go back throughout the years and see what I was doing this time of year in 2009, for example, and the future me will probably be upset with the present me for not writing regularly!
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