Get busy living, or get busy dying. Wasn’t that a line from a movie or something? I don’t remember where I heard it, but I’m finding that it’s true.
I’ve been doing so much lately, and though it probably doesn’t seem like a lot to an outside observer, for me it is monumental. I’m paying bills off. I’m working out. I’m formulating plans for moving, for doing, for traveling, for everything.
Someone asked me last week where this burst of energy has come from – why am I so busy? And I said I was getting my affairs in order, which makes it sound like I’m about to die, but that’s not it. I’m about to live. As cheesy as it sounds, it is the absolute truth. It’s goddamn time I got off my ass and lived my life.
Other stuff: my dad used to work at this power plant in Colorado, back when it used to provide nuclear power to a large portion of the state. When the plant was decommissioned we moved to Virginia, where we’ve been ever since.
A pair of bald eagles have built their nest in a cottonwood tree near the facility, and they’ve installed a camera so that people can watch the nesting. I mean the power plant people put the camera in – I don’t think the eagles put the camera in. One of my dad’s old friends sent us the link and I’ve had it running all day, checking in with the female every few minutes or so. She’s laid one egg and has been hanging out at the eyrie all day so I think she may be laying another one today sometime. I find it absolutely fascinating.
There are also links to a camera at a great horned owl nest at another facility in Boulder, and that owl looks just like my cat in the face – my family was right. The owls haven’t laid any eggs yet. A third facility has a place where peregrine falcons nest, but so far the eagles are my favorite.
That’s all I have today.