About a month into my feeding operation, I got up one morning to find three fat little birds sitting in the platter at the base of my feeder. These were not my usual customers. They were wild and rough looking, and occupied my feeder like it was now their private hangout, like Tony Soprano’s gang sitting outside Satriale’s. These were bad, bad birds, and I dubbed them the Songbird Mafia.
I recently decided to shake up my routines a bit. I’ve gone to different social events. I’ve taken a course or two. I attended WordCamp Victoria 2010 at which I got excited about blogging.
And, then there was the night I spent with a burlesque dancer.
With apologies to Fight Club author Chuck Palahniuk, the first rule of having type II diabetes is that you don’t talk about having type II diabetes. Ever. I learned this the hard way five years ago when I was first diagnosed. Any type II diabetic … Read more →