Dead Bird :: May 20th, 2004 ::
I turned in my last final last Friday, and have spent the last six days doing little that approaches the concept of “work” as I’ve come to understand it since starting school eight months ago. I’ve read one book for fun and have started another. I’ve been trying to ride my bike on a regular basis. Yesterday went up to Topsham to make sure that the house was OK. Not much had changed with the town since the last time I was up there — the big news was that we had the general store reopen a couple of months ago.
Jessamyn and I are now down in Westport visiting family. This morning while going to breakfast we drove past a barn, on the roof of which someone had impaled a dead seagull. It was apparently an attempt to keep other birds from congregating. Demented though the solution was, it did provide the desired effect.
