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Friday, May 16, 2008

A last thought before I turn in. It's a little SoCal tidbit I've noticed over the last couple of years: Love starved or sex-crazed, male mockingbirds will sing through the night in the spring, hoping to attract their hearts' desires. It seems that around 11 p.m., they get all excited & start singing until who knows when. All I know is that I'm asleep before it ends. God bless 'em. For some reason, their repetetive songs are much preferable to the screaming inanities of the teenage girl next door, which also seem to begin about this time. Fortunately, the birds outlast the girl & her friends.
Getting light-headed from the scent of the night-blooming jasmine climbing up the trellis outside our neighbors' bedroom window. Heavenly.

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