On my bike ride yesterday, I found, directly in my path, the most beautiful blue wing feather about six or seven inches long, with a black stripe every half inch from top to bottom. I don’t know what sort of bird this could’ve come from. My bike rides are averaging an hour each time, now, and when I’ve got about 20 minutes left to do, I usually repeat my route to get to an hour. I didn’t stop to pick up the feather the first time - just rode past it and remarked on it mentally. But, the second time, I figured I was really supposed to have it (since it hadn’t blown away and nobody else had picked it up), so I DID stop, and I DID pick it up. DH says that it means change is coming. That’s quite possible. My DD and I have had something of a falling out that feels worse than any we’ve had in the past. It may not be, but it DOES feel worse. It has to do with her father, my ex, who is a scrimy, smarmy, phony and extremely selfish and self-serving man. ‘Nuff said for now. I ate my bag-o-fiber (dry Fiber One cereal, raisins, dried cranberries, sunflower seeds and pine nuts in a baggie for my brekkie, and tuna mixed with FF, SF Miracle Whip on a 100 calorie wrap for lunch. Two cups of coffee and three 16-oz. bottles of water so far today. Feeling virtuous. Probably AM virtuous, at least diet-wise currently. Have to think of it as ONE of the things in my life that I CAN control, ay? Cannot control children’s relationships with ex-husbands no matter how smarmy & phony they are (the ex’s, not the children). Mind you, my children are all grown up, and their choice to have a relationship with their father after ALL. THESE. YEARS. is exactly that - their choice. Nothing to do with me, except when they try to force us to occupy the same space, as at a family cook-out. Quoth the Raven (courtesy of Poe) “Nevermore”!!!!

And a quick tumble back to work for moi.