09 September 2010

A Dead Bird

Notice of a failed delivery of a certified letter and a small dead bird (intact and in otherwise fine condition) at the top of the steps.  Signs?  Certified letters rarely mean good news.  Dead birds mean, well, death.



I thought about these things while driving to work this morning and decided they are counter weights to the auspicious full double rainbow that emerged brightly after the rain late yesterday (yes, I've seen the stoned guy on the Youtube video).

I'm moving yet again this week.  A rolling stone gathers no moss (or certified letters).
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  1. Maybe it's from Publisher's Clearinghouse Sweepstakes. You may have already won...

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  2. Unless Ed McMahon takes some serious smelling salts (good will hunting reference), I doubt I'll see him on my door. Actually, it's likely just the title to my new ride. Though you never know what the psycho ex-girlfriends I've known might cook up (that's a derogatory remark on my choice of girls in the past more than anything).

    I'm hanging onto the rainbow, regardless.

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