That Kind of a Lousy Spring Day

 

Why would an ugly red-winged  blackbird sing?

A friend on Facebook commented that she hoped we are not held accountable for our transgressions after we die because she didn't want to face her house plants.

I replied not to worry, that we don't get shorter when we die.

Then I went to the park and it was so cold on this supposedly spring day that not one of the birds was singing. They were too frigid. Perhaps their lungs froze. They looked ugly, too. There were lots of ugly birds out today with frozen lungs. They were all ugly as heck, too. I like to take pictures of birds, but not ugly birds.

Maybe they were worried about being judged for their singing once they die, or worse, their lack of good looks or their crummy singing voices. What bird would want to face the Lord if it was ugly and couldn't sing?

Then I came home and I couldn't copy even one ugly picture of a bird onto my computer. Even my computer doesn't like ugly birds. I can't blame it, because it's a beautiful computer with lots of RAM and lots of pixels on its screen, but it shouldn't take the birds' ugly looks out on me. 

I guess the machine was right. If I was as beautiful as my computer, I wouldn't have anything to do with ugly pictures of birds, or me, either.

It's been that kind of day.

Friends and birds are worrying about how tall they are when they die and the birds are worrying if God likes lousy singing and too much make-up. My computer rejects my photography, and spring acts as though it dislikes me, my friends and the birds and won't have anything to do with us.

When did nature get so judgmental?

It's enough to make all of us go mental.

I can't win today.

I'd take a nap in the middle of the morning but even my bed rejects me.

It says it wants to rest and to leave this crummy day behind it.

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