Tag: Birdhouse

  • All Things Fall Apart

    I noticed it a few days ago before our trip. The decorative birdhouses fell on the ground again from the wicked wind. I didn’t bother to lift it up. I figured it might get blown down once more while we were out.

    Even at this moment, the heat is unbearable today. It’s half an hour past nine and the outside temperature is finally cooling down. However it’s like an oven inside the house and will take hours to feel comfortable again. My companion is suffering. He now blames himself not having a ductless air conditioning system installed, which I have repeatedly mentioned to him the past two years. He’s frustrated by the relentless heat and concerned for his health. Therefore he spends most of his time in the bedroom where we have a portable AC. I could handle the high temperature much better, however his moodiness starts to get to me..

    I wanted to blame it on the heat. I wanted to blame it on the house. I wanted to blame it on where we live.. Am I just looking for reasons to finally confront the real issue?

  • Vacant Birdhouse

    There were lots of stuff we sold, got rid of, or left behind when we moved here from New York. I kept and brought this small birdhouse on the day we left the East Coast. I remember my companion gave me a kind of funny look. But I didn’t care.

    I painted that birdhouse. I even painted the roof red to match the trim color of our house. It was placed on top of a shadowbox fence under a massive pine tree. There were countless occupants over the years. Yes, this small birdhouse always reminds me of our small white house in New York.

    The paint on the red roof has peeled off and it also serves no purpose now since I have it on the ground. It’s purely decorative, and a remnant of our life before the City Different.

  • Balancing Act

    Our decorative birdhouse has been blown down by the wicked wind in Eldorado. Tumbleweeds are scattered all around the house and it seems no use to collect them just yet.

    The house we live in is a rather large one for two people and I know my companion needs help maintaining specially when I’m not around. The past two years I’ve been spending a lot more time in Taiwan taking care of my Mom and the apartment she lives in. During these trips he always assured me that he’d be fine by himself and he could take care of himself and the house. Perhaps it may be true, but I’m well aware that I should be taking care of him as well.

    Both my Mother and my companion are certain age now. As the years progress it has become clear and clear that they both need assistance in different ways and degrees in their lives. I’ve felt guilty leaving my companion alone while I was seven-thousand miles away taking care of my Mother. How could I make sure and do a decent job on both sides? The worst could happen would be that I failed both at the end.

    It has become a balancing act that I’m trying to maneuver with the best I can..