About Cindy

Married, Female, Empty Nester Love to garden, cook, read.

A day of little things

I had the day off from my paying job on Monday. Brian was at his job and the house was fairly quiet.

So, this was my day of little things. I love this kind of day!

A day of little things is when you get to do all those things that are just too small to put on your to-do list.  It’s a day to start and finish those smallest of projects that you think about wanting to do from time to time, but never can seem to find the time in your normal daily routine. It’s a day, that your relaxed mind might think of some little thing that needs done and so, you go do it.

Do you know what I’m talking about? I call doing the little things  “putzying around.” This is not really an accurate term. I must have somehow modified putz’s (which means putter) many years ago and it stuck with me.

So, I putzyed my day away. I wrote a blog, hung the laundry on the clothesline, cleaned the grate on the barbecue grill, cleaned the outdoor oyster pot (dirty from the last oyster roast, which means I had to let it soak awhile), washed and filled the hummingbird feeders, began preparations on the kitchen garden, washed some clay gardening pots, twittered for a little while, and I don’t even know what else!

There are lots of terms people use to describe their putzying. One  more common term I hear is “puttering.” So, I asked around. 

My neighbor says he likes to fiddle fart! That’s funny! 

Another friend said she likes to piddle! (When I hear the word piddle, I don’t think of putzying around. I think of someone having a small peeing accident, as in, “Jane, that was so funny,I laughed so hard that I just piddled in my pants!”  But hey, if piddle is her word for putzying, who am I to judge!)

One of the guys I work with said he calls putzying “dicking around.” I dunno about that one! My first thought was of a man that puts his you-know-what where he should not!  But, okay, on second thought, I can make the connection from dicking around to “doing nothing important.” Either way, I don’t know any women that use the term, dicking around, for putzying.

If you had called me on the phone on Monday and said, “Hi! What are you up to?” or, “What’s up?” or “Whatcha doin’?” I would have answered, “Putzying around the house.”

If I had called you on one of your days of little things, what would you have said you were doing?

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Zoom, zoom, zoom

This is a female Ruby-Throated Hummingbird. She and her man were the first hummingbirds to come to my feeder. I named them Fred and Ginger!

This picture pulled from my old archives is a female Ruby-Throated Hummingbird. She and her man were the first hummingbirds I ever had at this house. I named the pair Fred and Ginger!

 

Spring has offically sprung and in my neck of the woods it means it’s time to feed the hummingbirds! 

Hummingbirds arrive in South Carolina sometime in late March or early April. They come after wintering in Mexico, Central America and the Caribbean Islands. It takes 18 to 20 hours for them to cross the Gulf Of Mexico, which must burn up an awful lot of fuel. And so, I like to have my feeders ready for when they arrive. 

Let me tell you some interesting tidbits about these tiniest of birds!

There are about 17 species of hummingbirds in North America. Ruby-Throated Hummingbirds nest east of the Mississippi and are the most common in our area.

They flap their wings 55 times per second. That wing beat is what produces their “hum.” Their normal flight speed is about 25 miles per hour. They fly upright and not flat like most birds.

After feeding, they pull away from flowers by flying backwards, the only birds capable of this maneuver.

They are the smallest bird, but have the largest brains relative to their size. Their hearts are the largest, too, comparatively speaking. They live about four years on average, although a few have been documented to live to 12 years.

Hummingbirds don’t live in houses. Their nests are the size of walnuts and their eggs are the size of peas. Typically, a hummer lays two eggs.

Hummingbirds are smart. They know when to come in the spring and leave in the fall. That myth about leaving a hummingbird feeder out too late in the fall, causing the birds to stay and then, die from the cold,  is false.  They migrate due to the changing length of daylight, not whether or not you provide them with food. Although, I like to keep food available right up until the time they leave for their winter homes. After all, it’s a long trip!

And, speaking of their trip, I read another myth that hummers migrate on the backs of geese. Well, that would be something to see. But, really, this is a pretty silly idea and not true.

While it is true that hummingbirds don’t walk like other birds, they can perch and do so as often as possible. About 80% of their time is spent perching.

Hummingbirds feed on insects and nectar. Feeders are easy to maintain and provide these little creatures with an additional food source. If you don’t have a feeder, consider getting one. Make sure it has perches so the birds can take a little rest while dining. 

I have two feeders. I keep one near our back deck and one on the other side of the house near our screened porch: both strategically located for my enjoyment!

You can buy nectar, although, I think that is a waste of money. It is so easy to make your own. Mix 1 part granulated sugar to 4 parts water. I make two cups of nectar at a time (one cup for each feeder).  I use a glass Pyrex cup to mix the solution and then microwave it to get it hot enough to dissolve the sugar. After it cools, fill your feeder. (Do not add food coloring.)

Then, sit back and enjoy the show!

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Reflections of my life

Since Brian and I are both smokers, I buy our cigarettes by the carton at a convenience store/cigarette outlet that I pass on my way to work.

It’s a nice convenience store (as far as convenience stores go). Since it is located at the interstate, it carries lots of  South Carolina goodies and knick knacks for the yankee travelers, and of course, it’s a gas station, too, but I never buy my gas there.

I don’t know anything about the owners, but I’m guessing they are somewhere near my age because of the music aired in the store and blasted outside at the gas pumps – always a nice selection of oldies.

On Thursday, when I stopped there, the song I heard playing as I got out of my car was “Reflections of  My Life” by Marmalade.

I love this song, and although I don’t hear it often, when I do, I like to pause and just listen. So, after my purchase, I stood at my car door until the song was over.

Now, this must be a Murphy’s Law kinda thing, but have you ever noticed that usually when you hear a song that you can’t get out of your head, it’s a crappy one? It’s a song like “Ooooh That Smell, Can’t you smell that smell?
Ooooh that smell, The smell of death surrounds you” (Eww! -yeah, I had that one floating around one day for a few hours!) Or something else equally awful that you’d give anything to forget!

But, Reflections is nice.  I hummed and sang it for the rest of my trip to work. I whistled it while I worked. I looked up the song lyrics and found a performance on You Tube and read about the band on Wikipedia. I encouraged my brain to keep it with me. And, so I fell asleep with it on my mind and woke up this morning with it, too.

And, of course, I can now also share this one tidbit with you.  Reflections was co-written by Junior Campbell and Dean Ford in 1969.   (Ford was the Marmalade’s lead vocalist and had later fame with The Alan Parsons Project, fyi).

So, if you are interested, you can watch Marmalade perform this song on You Tube and keep it in your brain for a few days, too!  I’ve included the lyrics below the link.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=79NiN7ISW7E

REFLECTIONS OF MY LIFE
Marmalade

The changing of sunlight to moonlight
Reflections of my life, oh, how they fill my eyes
The greetings of people in trouble
Reflections of my life, oh, how they fill my mind

All my sorrows, sad tomorrows
Take me back to my own home
All my crying (all my crying), feel i’m dying, dying
Take me back to my own home (oh i’m going home)

(guitar solo)

I’m changing, arranging, I’m changing
I’m changing everything, ah, everything around me
The world is a bad place, a bad place
A terrible place to live, oh, but i don’t wanna die

All my sorrows, sad tomorrows
Take me back to my own home
All my crying (all my crying), feel i’m dying, dying
Take me back to my own home (oh i’m going home)

(fade)

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