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I was at the library the other day multitasking.
Because that's what libraries are for, right?

Writing recipes, looking for design inspiration while simultaneously reading TITANIC TRUCKS to the boy running through the stacked aisles. I was beginning to think that a vacation might be something to consider when all of the sudden books started screaming and jumping off the shelves -- dangerously missing my head... I grabbed Will and dove under the nearest table. The piles of books surrounded us as one manuscript fell open at my knees... it was Poe, "I am above the weakness of seeking to establish a sequence of cause and effect, between the disaster and the atrocity." It was then that I realized that something needed to be done immediately... Because I have reached the final point, and this is it. I am dangerously approaching the end of my blogging quota.

Visualize this to be like filling a water balloon to capacity or eating copious amounts of McDonald's like this guy did a few years ago... only to result in weight gain, heart disease, ulcers and bad skin.... because what did he think was going to happen? I wonder if he wishes that he could go back and undo -- kind of like going back and picking through - deleting the bad blog posts while copying and saving the good ones for republishing possibilities... revitalizing the QUOTA. But oh the HUMANITY.

I started For the Birds on August 22, 2008. It was a slow start... and, although I never intended for this blog to turn into what it is now... it has been a journey like no other... similar to swimming across the Atlantic or leaving the space shuttle mid-universe to test out that gravity theory... floating aimlessly into DEEP SPACE. And if you know what this blog is about, then you're a hair-slight more genius than I, because I lost track a LOOOONG time ago. But I am missing the point.

What I am trying to inch out there is that I am now starting the tedious task of going back, judging myself and then deciding who gets to stay and who gets to go hang out at the pearly gates of archival heaven. But what do you think? If you are here, reading this right now -- If you wouldn't mind turning time off for a few minutes and letting me know if there are any posts that must stay live... Because beyond self-inflicted torture, I am my own souvenir. And I'm sure that isn't the first time I've said that.   

While folding laundry last night, in my pajamas at 7:30pm, the phone rang - it was Amy's Carpet Cleaners wanting to know if they could come over and steam my carpets...

Ordinarily my response would have cut them off at hello and snapped "TAKE ME OFF YOUR CALLER LIST" but I wasn't feeling quite like myself so I listened to his shpeal and then politely said, thank you but we don't have any carpets. He said oh, okay thanks good bye. I felt a little dizzy and hung up the phone when an overwhelming sense of calm poured over me. Almost like none of it matters anyway so why are you so stressed out? And then it hit me -- that wasn't the Amy's Carpet Guy - that was REALITY calling. The Amy's Carpet Guy was really a supreme being that felt my vibrations of WHY IS THIS ALL HAPPENING AT THE SAME TIME and decided to soar in before possible disaster. Because aside from all things career not happening -- everything else is. Since New Year's day a mountain of STUFF found our little lives and thought - hey, yeah, cool. And of course, most of it we've done to ourselves - the house, the blogs, the diet changes, the routine change of eating dinner with Will at 5:30 instead of boozing until 10 and ordering pizza.. well, not quite boozing -- but do you know how fast time flies between 6 & 10 PM? For the first 2 years of Will's life we've been so happy that he goes to bed successfully by 7:30 that we've partied like rock stars for a few hours after... But that isn't all. Will decided, with the event of the New Year, to stop napping in the mornings and, instead wait until after lunch... which is totally fine except that now I have to get everything done errand and house wise with him before noon -- which means that I have to go out. Which means that PEOPLE WILL SEE ME in the morning... which means that now I have to think about that the pile of clothes on my closet floor first thing in the morning instead of around lunch time.

But I can't even go into the torture of what does this all MEAN?!?! Not to mention that the word "shpeal" is in the Urban Dictionary and is defined - someone's repeated talk jabber. mainly BS.... Which insists that the Amy's Carpet Guy was just some guy at a phone center trying to make an extra buck since cigarettes apparently cost $9.00 a pack. And then there's real life out there making me feel bad every time I look up - whining about routine changes and dirty clothes when real disasters ARE REALLY HAPPENING and all I want to do is watch the Food Network so thank goodness Bobby Flay decided to kick some ass and put it back on Cablevision. Can you imagine how mad he gets?

In short, because you know this has to end eventually, the earth might be on this whole rotation thing around the sun because it's used to spinning on an axis in the atmosphere... but just wait until it decides to start bouncing up and down instead... because it just MIGHT.

A few weeks ago For the Birds celebrated it's one year mark -- picture me sitting at the keyboard with a party hat on....vodka bottle rolling on the floor...  silly string still stuck to the monitor.. I mentioned in my post that FTB has built a following with over 20,000 site visitors. This is a rough estimate, because  -- come on, really. You don't think that I actually believe that 20,000+ of you are out there reading these almost daily observations... And thanks to all of the lovely comments that I received pointing this out. Side note, I am not that BOARING Ms. Kelly from Kentucky -- and although you don't know how to spell, I might have better things to do with my time but I choose to do this -- and if it's just not that interesting to you -- then STOP visiting. But, keep checking in if you must, I am into all things that depreciate. 

So, getting to the point, I do know -- thanks to those smart heads over at Feed Burner, that we do have a factual regular readership of 25 concrete, real-live people. That's right - a lovely and lucky 25. And to you I am calling out. In the next few days the following will be happening:

1. For the Birds will turn out the lights for a much needed beauty rest.
2. For the Birds will return, refreshed and better than ever--but only viewable at the new (still shiny) URL - http://forthebirdsblog.com
3. The old ugly domain http://designsigh.typepad.com/forthebirds will GO AWAY, so DON'T GO THERE
4. Those of you that have the old domain/URL in your readers, you will need to change to the new domain.
5. For the Birds will only be accessible from http://forthebirdsblog.com
6. This has very little to do with the evil birders over at forthebirds.com 

Unfortunately, I don't have specific timing on this event--otherwise I would fill you in. But the wheels are in motion. We've checked the logs, Batman, and will make a swift return... So, if you happen to be settling in for the evening, and pull up to FTB for some mild entertainment, please don't be alarmed if you receive some sort of error message or blank screen--We are still here... we are coming back--this has very little to do with the evil birders at forthebirds.com AND, the best is yet to come... More shameless self-promotion of multiple personality abundance -  I want you to know but I don't anxiety disorder...  have I mentioned most of us here are geminis? Any questions? Email me - rmsatbwdstudiodotcom.

It's all changing way too fast around here.

Last week I took a look at Will and thought MY GOD, he's huge! I swear that during the night he grew about 2 inches. Suddenly he was reaching up to turn the faucet on... Suddenly he is making up his own mind--From out of nowhere deciding that nap time--The regular every day 3 hour-plus nap was not for him anymore.. He's sleeping now (10:41am) so his body and mind are at odds...Yes, definitely my son.  

He's talking now, or should I say YELLING. Says Hi-BLUUUUUUE when the Bluedog saunters into the room... Dad. Mom. MOOOOM.. BYEEEEE-eeeeee... And everything is hot - he hovers his hand over objects before touching, looks at me and questions... Haute? Guests that have been around -- he calls out to them... KAAAAAATTTEEEE KAAAATTTEEE -- Anneeeeee--and the infamous, My & G. He couldn't care less if I use the hair-dryer--an act that used to cause devastating results, what was I thinking.

He's beginning to get it. Yesterday I suddenly had the opportunity to design a logo. I looked at Will, who was starting to vibrate due to being in-doors via inclement weather. I said, under my breathe--mostly speaking to myself, "Will I just need to sit at the table to get this done, are you going to let me?".. Glancing in my direction, I sensed that he was annoyed by my suggesting that he would object. He pulled himself from the pile of toys he had been mildly entertained with, picked up his pad of paper, walked to the table and put his hands  in the air for me to lift him into his seat. Once I had peeled myself from the floor I decided to let him try out some watercolors. I sat next to him and the work began.

Is it too soon to talk to him about controlling the internal artistic angst that comes with being creative, or do you think he knows already?

Towards the end of April, there was a  segment was on the news about Slow Down London. A group of people... with time on their hands, decided to walk as slow as possible across Waterloo. This "Big Slow Walk" was in an effort to get people to slow down—take a while to circumvent and relish. It was hilarious. Not only did the crazy Londoners look like a bunch of you-know-whats... walking heel to toe as slow as possible—like zombies.. But they were really ticking off everyone else... you know, the normal people that were trying to busily cross the bridge. People were speeding by in cars shouting to speed up—throwing things at the zombies.. Craziness. I laughed and laughed... shook my head—but I didn't miss the point (as I ran off to do 12 things at once). You can see for yourself, here.

Now, a few months later... as people seem to be very busy doing ... well, very little, I found myself infuriated by just that... Busy accomplishing nothing. Twittering about. The thing is that if we all stay slowed down, nothing much is going to be accomplished... and although it is nice to stop and smell the roses—breathe in the salt encrusted air... don't we all have to lift ourselves out of the monotony and move on?

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Before going out to fight the Memorial Day weekend acutremont gatherers, a morning of calm....

• 2nd cup of tea
• Baby swan
• No messages
• http://www.lenneganandmarantz.com
• The new Citarella is now open in the old Red Market in Bridgehampton
• Open windows
• Monday is a holiday making today [Thursday] the new Saturday
• Pizza night
• The IRS is surprisingly understanding
• Will's haircut
• Fun people coming to visit this weekend--arriving on an early Jitney
• Gardening, playing, updating
• Thai food this weekend
• I understand Flickr
• I'm beginning to understand Twitter
• Bluedog is all better