Just for Posterity

I'll forget that this happened in a few days, or weeks, or maybe years, but it has me upset enough that I want to write about it. Our house has a utility area leading off from the kitchen, where we keep our washing machine. This area has a loft, and as long as we've been here, there have been pigeons. We have some plastic blinds for the opening, which are usually pulled up, so we have sun coming in. The blinds have a cord, which we try to keep neat.

Today, a bird got caught in the cord. They've flown into the cord before, but they've unentangled themselves and gone on with their lives. Today's bird got it's wing caught, struggled, got more entangled and was trapped, in the cord, hanging off the side of the building. I was at home and heard some fluttering, but didn't pay any attention. God knows how many hours later, somebody rang my doorbell and asked if we had kept a bird tied up. That's when I realised what had happened.

I hoped the bird wouldn't choke, which it didn't, but then I had to unwrap the cord. I thought of cutting the cord, but didn't want to let go of the bird. I unentangled it after some effort and am still scarred. The bird flew away, and is slightly injured, but maybe not lastingly. It left some blood on the cord, but it didn't peck me at all when I was struggling with it. I hung on to it's legs and was quite afraid that it would try to attack me, but it didn't.

I thought I was fine after this, but I'm still crying. Not because I had to free it, but because it was stuck like this, trapped and afraid for got knows how long. I don't know why I'm so upset by this, but I am. Stupid bird!

Progress

I know I've had views on in-laws, specifically mothers-in-law, those views haven't changed. but having belonged to another family for nearly 4 years now, I notice that they also make efforts for me (including my mother-in-law) and that makes me fonder of them than before.

My mother-in-law has been difficult for me to handle because her personality is bossy and shrill. She's got a heart of gold, she means well and loves her family greatly, but her perspective on life is quite different from mine. She loves to talk and cook, and while I love to talk, I can't talk to her about much stuff that interests me and I'm an indifferent cook. She's tried to bond with me I think, but has met disinterest and maybe even aloofness. I've never been rude to her, but it's probably safe to assume that she knows I'm not 'fond' of her. This time though, I noticed that she eased up on the talking at points as it was getting to me. I was also allowed to participate in the cooking (a first!) so maybe we're making progress!