It was Meant with Love

One of our offspring was sometimes called "bezoar" as a child, although I mentally spelled it "bezore".

I once used that moniker in the doctor's office, and our pediatrician asked, "Do you know what that word means?"

Naturally I answered in the affirmative.

"Of course you do," he replied, shaking his head, and making it obvious that he had come to know us well indeed.

Nobody likes it when their children are ill, but if we had to deal with such...and with three asthmatics, we sure did...Dr. Konieczny was the man to visit. Our children were safe in his capable hands.

And he got us. He understood that an awful nickname like hairball could be used with great affection and fun. I suppose though that it was rough to be a middle kid whose nickname, Beezey, got changed to Beezer, and then swiftly morphed to Bezoar in the minds...and mouths...of her siblings and her terrible mother.

Now her online moniker is Breezey375, no mention of hair, or balls, or cow stomachs, because cows are where we found them back in the day.

Today is her birthday, and despite the terrible abuse she endured as a child, or perhaps because of it, she has come to be a truly compassionate, sweet, loving, caring person.

Sarcastic too.

Happy Birthday, Becky, it was all meant with love. 

A Jay by any other Name...or where's the Birdthday Cake?

Am I not cute?

We went up to the Sabbatis Bog today looking for boreal birds. Although we found a few relatively common ones we didn't see anything exciting until I walked back to the car. What used to be Grey Jays, but are now Canada Jays were all but landing on the boss's head looking for food. They were very friendly.

Truly, kind sir, I need cake......
or sunflower seeds if you have them

Guess maybe they thought he was carrying birdthday cake or something. It sure felt like a birdthday to me! These birds are such a delight even though it takes over a hundred miles of driving to get where they are. Such a treat. I was sorry we didn't have pockets full of sunflower seeds for them.

Then we visited the Adirondack Mountains Antiques Show so the boss could get some fun out of his special day too. Never saw so many furs, pack baskets, canoe paddles, and Adirondack camp stuff in my life! That was pretty neat too.

Palm Warbler, nearly as tame as the jays