Bluebird at the Window

The rhythmic rapping I hear at dawn, while still lying in bed knowing the chance of any more sleep is gone for awhile; the flutter of wing and sound of feathered body connecting with double paned glass while standing under a near-scalding shower; and the almost shy, delicate alighting on the window in my study several times a day. Is it one bird or three?

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The Longleaf Bar and Grill hasn't seen this much activity for awhile. Sure, most of it is retrospective, but heck, isn't that what memoir is all about?

Note:  My brother, Steve, is still at M. D. Anderson in Orlando. Surgery to resolve the fistula has been rescheduled for June 14. Meanwhile, the medical teams are working to solve a couple of other issues and help him be as strong as possible for the surgery. I spoke to a  Physician's Assistant today, a fellow named Ken Baker whose efforts Steve really appreciates. Steve doesn't have much to smile about right now, but every time he mentions Ken, I hear a smile in his voice. As Ken updated me on Steve's condition and what he faces upcoming, I felt greatly comforted not only by his knowledge, but by his obvious care and concern for Steve. He has a vision of Steve being well after this tremendous struggle.  So do I.

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