Signs of Spring

The number of things I do not know stuns me sometimes-- particularly the things I do not know but stare at daily. There was an outcry in England a while back because children were unable to identify tree and bird species, and I realized I was that stupid too. And so we got a bird book recently (how positively uncool is that?) so that I could make up for my orinthological deficiencies. Now there isn't much variety in terms of birds where we live, though there are pigeons living below the kitchen window, and sparrows living just above. Savannah sparrows, to be specific (I think). And I can identify starlings too now. Though we saw a sparrow-like bird with a red head today, and I'm not sure what planet that one's from. Anyway, the big news is that yesterday I saw a robin. And so spring has officially sprung.

I also didn't know a few things about snooker, or Stuart for that matter. That Stuart knows anything about snooker at all, or that it's pronounced "snewker" and not "snuhcker". I had no idea. In The Post Birthday World (now reading) one character is a famous snooker player. Apparently its a British institution. And so I asked my own resident British institution-- is this for real? Are there actually famous snooker players? And after correcting my pronounciation, he proceeded to list off famous snookerees, and tell me all about the game. Revealed is a whole other side to him, one which has lain dormant all these years.