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  • A Shrewdness of Apes, A Quiver of Cobras, A Blessing of Narwhals

                                 A Muster of Storks

    While searching for information for a writing project the other day, I came upon a site that lists the group names for different animals. I took such delight in reading them, I thought I’d share a few of those I found most intriguing:

    A gam of albatrosses, a shrewdness of apes, a dissimulation of small birds, a flutter of butterflies, a quiver of cobras, a gulp of cormorants, a consortium of crabs, a waddling of ducks, an aerie of eagles, a cast of falcons, a charm of finches, a skulk of foxes, a troubling of goldfish, an array of hedgehogs, a bloom of jellyfish, a harvest of mice, a blessing of narwhals, a passel of opossums, a romp of otters, a parliament of owls, a maelstrom of salamanders, a fling of sandpipers, a surfeit of skunks, an audience of squid, a hoover of trout, a generation of vipers, a wealth of walruses, a descent of woodpeckers, a cabinet of wrens

    from: https://www.theanimalfacts.com/glossary/animal-group-names/

  • Remembering My Mother’s Struggles and Beauty on Her 99th Birthday

    Today would have been my mother’s 99th birthday. A remarkable woman, she raised two children by herself on a bookkeeper’s salary. Once, when she asked her male boss for a much-needed raise, he told her raises were only for men, who had families to support.

    I tell other stories about how she was treated by men and the strength she showed in dealing with them in the memoir I’m working on, which includes the days around her death.

    Don’t worry, I tell stories about happier times and events too!

  • The Indoor Sun Shoppe

    (photo by Michael N. McGregor–all rights reserved)

    What every snowy city needs: an antidote to winter gloom.

  • It’s Not Whether You Get Knocked Down…

    I watched some of Sunday’s Super Bowl, including a commercial with a Vince Lombardi figure. Apparently, he said, “It’s not whether you got knocked down, it’s whether you get back up.”

    What I heard, though, was: “It’s not whether you get knocked down, it’s whether you get knocked up.” Which I thought was wise in its own way.
  • Only That Day Dawns…

    Only that day dawns to which we are awake.

    Henry David Thoreau Walden

  • Joy Encased in the Covid Night

    Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.
                                                                                                  Psalm 30:5
    This image is from an ice storm we had in Portland a few years ago. It seems an apt reminder that encased within this Covid night is the joy of the coming thaw. We need only endure a while longer.
  • Sentences Like Little Bridges

    Sentences seem like little bridges crossing a flooded plain. I step onto one and it feels shaky, incomplete. When I come to the end of it, I face anew the expanse of water with nothing laid over it and no materials. So I wait there, lonely and exposed, until something new comes to me.

    –from an old journal entry

  • Bees in the City

    Two days ago, I was doing a phone consultation with a writer who, among other things, was writing about bees. When I looked up from my notes, what did I see in our yard? A huge swarm of hundreds of…bees. I’ve never seen such a thing. It was strangely beautiful.

    As I continued my consultation, the swarm lessened and eventually seemed to be down to a few dozen bees circling like electrons around an overgrown rhododendron. When I got off the phone, I went out to look closer and saw what is in the picture here: an upside down bee cone. It was two feet tall and just as wide at its widest part.

    Fortunately, our neighbor used to have beehives and had the right equipment, as well as the desire to have one again. So last night he came and dropped the cone into a garbage bin and took the squirming mass off to put in one of his old bee boxes.

    He missed a few, but over the past two days they’ve disappeared, so maybe they’re all together now.

    Coincidentally, I’ve been reading Gabriel Garcia Marquez, in whose works the kind of coincidence in my first paragraph here happens all the time. Maybe more is at work in our world than we know.

    Here a picture of the bees’ new home:

     

  • “Love in the Time of Cholera,” in the Time of Coronavirus

    © Michael N. McGregor

    I started reading Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s Love in the Time of Cholera yesterday, as every writer should at some point during a pandemic. It is so beautifully rich in language and poignant and, what I didn’t expect, funny. Here are two lines from early in the book I thought especially evocative:

    “In summer an invisible dust as harsh as red-hot chalk was blown into even the best-protected corners of the imagination by mad winds that took the roofs off the houses and carried away children through the air.”

    and

    “At nightfall, at the oppressive moment of transition, a storm of carnivorous mosquitoes rose out of the swamps, and a tender breath of human shit, warm and sad, stirred the certainty of death in the depths of one’s soul.”

    Wow.

  • To Take What Is, In Both Hands

    Sculpture by Gustav Vigeland (1869–1943)
    photograph: © Michael N. McGregor

    I keep a copy of this poem/reflection by my writing desk. It seems more important now than ever (an English translation follows the German):

    Zu Lebzeiten

    by Jochen Mariss

    Laß uns wieder lernen,
    den Augenblick zu genießen,
    zu nehmen, was ist,
    mit beiden Händen,
    hier und jetzt zu leben,
    bevor wir das Leben verbracht haben
    mit sorgenvollen Blicken in die Zukunft
    und den Erinnerungen an die gute alte Zeit.

    In Life

    by Jochen Mariss

    Let us learn again
    to enjoy the moment,
    to take what is
    in both hands,
    to live here and now,
    before we have spent our life
    in anxious glances toward the future
    and memories of the good old times.

    p.s. The photograph here is from Vigeland Sculpture Park in Oslo, Norway, and dedicated to those who are self-isolating with children. 🙃