The Diary of a Nobody/May 17

Meet Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…

Sunday, May 17
36.590

Sigh…I suppose it was inevitable the MPG figures for the new ride would eventually drop…I mean, you can’t keep getting increased gas mileage forever and ever because in time you’d be getting 100 MPG and that’s just plain whack…Still tho, circumstantially, a drop of over .5 MPG is bad for morale tho intrinsically 36.590 is still exemplary gas mileage.

The big news at the hotel is Paul and Deb, and their dog Zeus, have moved out after a stay of 2-3 weeks, their new condo finally being ready…Recall all of them had spent no small amount of time in the lobby because a hotel room can be kind of small, even the suite they had, especially when you consider they had a grandkid in tow, too.

This means the lobby is now empty for the final half-hour of shift, the time from 0630-0700 when I favor the world with my presence…I’m grateful for this because I usually listen to assorted things on the phone and you don’t really want to do this with guests in the lobby…One, you don’t want to force others to listen to your stuff and two, if a front desk clerk positions himself in a lobby, he is obliged to chat with guests looking for a conversation and both Paul and Deb – and Zeus for that matter – were chatty folk. 

And the robins are back!!!.

I am not making that up…Long-time readers of this crap will recall that robins have been building their nests and laying their eggs here at The Shire I think since we moved in tho I strongly suspect they’re a bit later than I seem to recall….I’m hardly Mr Audubon, of course, but I’d’ve thought eggs had been long laid by now, but maybe they’re new to town and what do I know anyway.

I noticed them this morning when I got home from the hotel…I pulled into the driveway – I still park in the same place and do not utilize the carport The Ex used – and immediately saw two robins shoot out…The porch, it turns out, is being used as a staging area and the earliest stages of the nest are in progress…I walk up to the kitchen door and the robins settle in on the corner of the cabin where the logs cross, looking at me curiously. 

Let me tell you something, they’re going to be a pain the arse because rather than utilize some of the existing housing on the corners of the cabin, they’re going new construction, building a nest on a box that is attached to the electric meter located right next to the kitchen door…They’ve set up here before, so this means whenever I use the kitchen door I am going to have to be on the lookout for them especially once eggs are laid because they’ve been known to dive-bomb and I may well start using the front door. 

And, as it turned out, I implemented Front Door Procedures (FDP) later in the day, utilizing them (opening door, exiting cabin, closing door) when leaving for and returning from my walk…I checked tho, when I got back, and the robins were industrious today, making great progress on their nest…It appeared almost done, in fact, tho I didn’t get close enuff to really tell because I didn’t want mama robin dive-bombing me. 

They weren’t the only ones working while I slept today (see Sleep Log below), as no small number of lawns were mowed in town, a contrast to yesterday’s walk when it seemed everyone needed a mowing…I got a bit envious because The Shire’s lawn remains in dire need of a mow, and I texted Cody when I got home to double-check when he’d be by and he said Tuesday…He said that would be best because Monday is the last day of school, which was funny because I thought all schools were closed but then I remembered the auto body shop has been in session for the past couple of weeks, so that makes sense. 

Sparrow’s Sleep Log: 0900 Sunday until 1500 Sunday…6.0 hours for the day, an average start to the sleep week, but still better than the 4.0 hours or so we were getting on Sunday for a while there. 

The Diary of a Nobody is a novel. All elements are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Anything else is a coincidence. 

It was inspired by the 19th-century British novel of the same name. 

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