Twenty-Third day — reading cursive writing

We went out for morning exercise at 7am. I walked at a slower pace, did about 3500 steps, then wind down with BaDuanJin. There were still some prickling at the tongue while I was walking.

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We saw the Flamed Back Woodpecker, hopping and scanning the bark of the tree trunk. Beautifully lighted in the golden light. She photographed, while I continued my walk. There were many kind park users who love to collect the crust of bread and spread them on selected grass patch, disregarding the no-feeding sign or the regulation. Previously I ever saw a beautiful yellow Oriole choked on the piece of bread. The Myna and the pigeon, mostly the black and grey bird know how to break it down before swallowing them. A proliferation of Myna and Pigeon can impact on the population of other birds population that are necessary for an ecologically balanced nature. Beauty is perhaps the only possible measure of that balance. 

I always believe in sharing food with birds or animals but not the wrong kind of food that are not their staple. Perhaps, we should have courses how to take care of nature, rather then having wrong kindness bringing negative impact to the environment. 

My design tutor, JiangZi. ever queried why most urban birds that thrived are always black and badly groomed? We are what we eat, perhaps is the answer. How could the bread crust, charred, carbon coated, produce brilliance. The lovely dove with pink and green colour only feed on cherry from palms and trees. Sun birds in all their saturated colours, got them from the nectar of flowers. There is always a trace in everything. 

Sign or hand signal is so difficult to understand, that was my experience everyday as I tried to communicate to my son and wife. So I started to write on paper. To my astonishment, they had difficultly reading too. O, my gosh!. I wrote three words, but my wife read five words. I have to slap my head. Many times, the same word I have to write many times. She love to jump and predict what I wrote and add in front of what was written. I realized, many times one jump to conclusion and latched onto a concept without carefully listening nor seeing. Amazing. Sometimes, I kept underlining the number of words or point to the eye then turn to the words to no avail. The latched on idea took major importance and nothing that was underline ever made sense. So agonizing. Tried to speak but not getting the message across too. Raised my hand and decided to quietly blogged, preparing for my next project would be a better idea. Writing and drawing are more therapeutic then communicating, more chill and relaxing. I figured. She came, peeped at what I was writing, giggled and went off. Not sure if she is going to try harder to read what was written and not add or subtract. I have to learn to be more patient to keep being speechless; performance art?

I made fried eggs with carrot slices and mushroom soup for breakfast. I had another three slices of white bread. I love them plain rather than whole meal, or with nuts or with raisin.