There's a lot of traffic in my office, but I'm almost certain that nobody notices this shelf on the bookcase. The other offices at work are filled with pictures of grandchildren, or world travel, or religious images (since I work for Religion). I got an ad with a nice reproduction of a Saint Luke painting and framed it. People noticed that, but didn't see the new skull.
Paula Kuitenbrouwer sent me a postcard with Mandarin Ducks and Sharon Wagner sent me a pink flower. These are on the bulletin board and people pause and admire their art without looking slightly left to bird skulls, feathers, eggs, and nests. Maybe they are just polite and not pointing out the macabre? Flowers and living birds are clearly prettier than bones.
All of my natural history items came from the garden at work. I make a point of going to the garden for a few minutes (in every kind of weather) at least twice a day to clear my mind of numbers and people. It keeps me sane and centered.
As much as things change, some things stay the same. When I was a child romping alone in the woods, I spent a lot of time examining animal anatomy because the world is littered with bones if you stop to look. You'd think this would make me a good biology student, but I was completely icked out by formaldehyde and intestines -- which wasn't helped by flirtatious boys leaving dead things on my seat or down the back of my shirt. Boys can really learn a lot about better flirtations, and I didn't even understand this was flirtation. I was mad at stupid/mean boys. One of them explained his flirting to me many years after the fact. It's a wonder our species survives.
Okay, songbirds don't have teeth, but illustrationfriday.com didn't give me a new word for the week so we're even. I posted this bird skull art a couple years ago too, so I'll admit to taking shortcuts this week. Sis1 is visiting from out of state, and I've been trying to make the most of her visit.
The new guy started at work and as I expected, he seems perfectly fine and friendly despite my pre-arrival anxiety. Change may be good in the end, but the unknown of it stirs things up. I went to the river after work one day and felt more peaceful because as much as things change, some things are the same. I'm calmed by the river and the things that live in it. Minnows tickled my toes, I picked up stones, and I studied a bird skeleton. I could've been 5 again, especially with sisters around who remember me then.