December 17th
Dear Diary . . . I haven't written in awhile. Today is the day to begin again. It's a beautiful day for mid-December in Kansas City. It's a balmy 54⁰ at 2:44 pm. I made a point to take Heisenberg, my sweet little dog, for a nice walk today because tomorrow that's probably not going to happen. Apparently, the winds from Hell will be blowing around here. On our walk, I "ooohed" & "aaahed" over 2 hawks I saw. I am always looking for hawks. I saw a Sharp-Shinned Hawk up in a tree on the north side of 38th Street almost to Walnut. He or she was singing the song of their people & eyeballing the buffet of sparrows in a barren hedgerow across the street. Winter is so brown around here, that it was easy to see the beautiful red Cardinal fly in to join the sparrows. I would like to think that all of them escaped being dinner. There is a house right on that corner that was built in 1895 and has gargoyles on the chimney. The gargoyle...