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2003-05-09 - 11:10a.m. The kind-hearted diaryland diarist Ms. Leslie is giving away an old Chevy van, so BF and I plan to grab it tomorrow. It would be nice to have something that could take some abuse on our various expeditions. My poor Toyota Corolla station wagon has probably tolerated all the sand, salt, mud, and Roosevelt Beaches and South Farms (read cowflops) that it would care to. I got emails this morning from my publisher and editor telling me that we're losing three more magazines. I just turned in some work for two of them that won't be used now. Sigh. The economy is dying the death by inches. I would hate to end up playing blackjack again. But we've been doing great at controlling our expenses and finding lots of bargains, so I don't see it happening in the near future, at least. Both of us traveling all the time was just too much. My mind has been racing in a rather unpleasant manner for the last few days. I've been drinking a cup of tea every morning, which is really pushing it for me. I've got to go herbal again for awhile, even in the morning. I keep thinking, I've got to do this, I've got to do that, I've got to rush rush rush and take advantage of all this free time and birding opportunities before it's too late and I'm stuck in a job and/or all Americans are so hated that we're not welcome anywhere. I suppose the cause of all this hand-wringing is that I left my trip to Israel too late, and it got cancelled because of all the unrest, and now I don't suppose it will be safe to visit in my lifetime. The birds are in Eilat, which is perfectly safe to this day, I'm sure, but unfortunately, I don't see how one could get around flying into either Jerusalem or Tel Aviv, where hardly a day goes by without someone strapping on a bomb and going out to blow up innocent bystanders. I want my jetpack so I can bypass all the airports and population centers of the world. Be that as it may, I need to pick out a vacation and book it and not get stressed about it. But all kinds of different ideas keep churning around in my head, and I can't decide. An airline was giving away free trips to Toronto, an epicenter of the SARS scare. See Toronto and die. I don't think so. In any case, I didn't act quickly enough, and all the free flights were already snapped up. They need to give away free flights to a birding destination to pique Peachfront's interest. The red Christmas cactus now look like this:
� 2003 by Elaine Radford, all rights reservedWe haven't had rain in I don't know when, so the air is extremely muggy. My poor camera fogged up when I first went outdoors, resulting in this photograph of pink humidity:
� 2003 by Elaine Radford, all rights reservedNotable: The orange Trumpet Honeycreeper vines have started to bloom.
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