It seems that the return to normal is the return to mommy and me being silly hens according to the boys. I think we amuse daddy and Zack! I’m supporting mommy in her endeavors to “do better,” and so far, so good. She’s writing and submitting a lot of work. She even got her first rejection today. I can’t say it got her down too much. She thought they were reaching, but whatever. She has plenty more out there and, as she said she read once, “most people have one story. Writers have millions.”
That’s rolling along, but it isn’t all she’s doing. Her second endeavor is better health. The workouts, cleaning up the diet (somewhat), and insistence on consistent bedtimes are ok. It’s the meditation that's a point of silliness. Daddy is trying to be respectful, but I don’t think Zack takes it seriously. For example, last night the meditator said to let what’s happening around you simply flow in and out of awareness, and Zack farted. Then today they asked “do you feel any stress in your body?” and Zack said “no.” He says “no” a lot during meditation. Hmm.
Conures are high energy birds, so maybe meditation just goes against his nature in ways he can’t ignore. I’m feisty too, but I find those moments relaxing. I floof up and put my bell on my head when mommy meditates, or lay in my happy hut at night. I find it helpful, especially since it’s hormonal season. I thought I was hiding that from mommy, but she figured it out. I’m not sure how. Maybe it’s because I chewed my foot soother perch for nesting material. Or maybe, like she says, mommy know their babies. Zack thinks she may be a bird stalker.
I love her and think she’s alright. She may not be as overtly sweet and good as daddy, but her silliness and feistiness go well with my own. She means well, even if there are meditation farts in our lives.
That’s all today. Take care, and have a great week.
Luv,
Bubbles