Monday, June 2, 2014

Poison I I I Ivy

Only one more weekend before surgery.  We got a lot done this past weekend.  I had been trying to find a new home for my piano and my musician neighbor decided to take it.  I haven't been able to play the piano since my hand surgeries 13 years ago.  I decided it was time to part with my piano because it deserves to be played and not used as a large credenza, it was also blocking the path for my walker.  Now my living room looks bare.

In addition to getting the piano out we got the last few things on the list for the hospital.  So.......I suppose we are ready!

Poor Mike got into some poison ivy.  He called me in a panic Friday.  It was on his forehead (too close to his eyes) and on his left hand.  I took him to urgent care and you could see his anxiety just bubbling up.  By the time we got back to the exam room he was in tears.  Poor guy!  The nurses and the doctor were so kind to him it just warmed my heart.  He's now on the road to recovery!  I sure want to keep him well before I go to the hospital next week.

Now, to just get through the week!

Researchers for the Massachusetts Turnpike Authority found over 200 dead crows near greater Boston recently, and there was concern that they may have died from Avian Flu.

A Bird Pathologist examined the remains of all the crows, and, to everyone's relief, confirmed the problem was definitely NOT Avian Flu.

The cause of death appeared to be vehicular impacts.

However, during the detailed analysis it was noted that varying colors of paints appeared on the bird's beaks and claws. By analyzing these paint residues it was determined that 98% of the crows had been killed by impact with trucks, while only 2% were killed by an impact with a car.

MTA then hired an Ornithological Behaviorist to determine if there was a cause for the disproportionate percentages of truck kills versus car kills.

The Ornithological Behaviorist very quickly concluded the cause: when crows eat road kill, they always have a look-out crow in a nearby tree to warn of impending danger. They discovered that while all the lookout crows could shout "Cah", not a single one could shout "Truck."


1 comment:

Deb said...

Bye bye pee-anner. I remember the regret my mother felt as she sold the beautiful little spinet they bought me when I was five. She had hopes I'd become a great musician. I was about as good at the piano as I was at ballet. I had perfect turnout but I got expelled from class for falling off the stage into the orchestra pit.

The piano will grace another's home and bring happiness there. And you can dance by in your walker like the ballerina I never was. :)

Oh, and your crow joke was so funny I passed it on. :D

Only a few more days of waiting...

Hugs from your non-pee-anner playin', non-dancing pal from Canader!