Home No. 5

Hi, I'm Jami Attenberg. I write books, and much, much more. My fourth book, The Middlesteins, came out in 2012. You can order it here or here. My fifth book, Saint Mazie, will be published in June 2015.

Also I like dogs and fighting crime.

This is the fifth place to find me on the internet. Please don't tell me I need a sixth.

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Goodbye, Texas, home of magical sparkling streams and lush green trees and bugs and lizards and snakes and Whippoorwills and cacti and big skies and starry nights and breakfast tacos. Mmm, breakfast tacos.

Slowly, I’m making my way back East.

This baby brought us breakfast tacos today.

We did a little off-roading last night up to the old cottage and it was super spooky and awesome.

Pretty much totally felt like I was in a slasher movie the entire time.

On the way to dinner we saw a peacock in the middle of the road, about a half mile from the zoo. I got out of the car to take pictures and I noticed it had only one leg. It hopped a few times. I felt bad for the peacock.

Stefan briefly had a fantasy of taking the peacock home for the night, but I told him we’d never get the bird in the car. We tried to get into the zoo but it was closed. I called a few animal control numbers, but they were the bad kind of animal control, the kind that killed animals. That job doesn’t sound like very much fun.

Finally, I called the city animal shelter, which sent me to 3-1-1.  The woman on the line seemed concerned. “Oh no,” she said. “Oh no.” A wayward, one-legged peacock is no joke. I did not feel confident they would find him, however. The sun was already setting.

After dinner, we drove back on the dark, winding roads more slowly than usual. I said, “Your goal for the night is to not hit the peacock.” We didn’t see him anywhere, though.

I worried about wolves getting to him. But maybe the peacock knew where to hide.

Two more shots of rattlesnake skin, glinting in the sun.

I saw a snake yesterday in the middle of the path to the old cottage. It wasn’t moving and I was sure it was dead, but also what if it was still alive and faking it? So I ran all the way home.

Stefan was sure it was just a snake that had shed its skin. We decided to look for it today before lunch, but it was already gone. Maybe the turkey vultures came for it. Maybe it crawled off somewhere to die. Maybe it really was alive and it was disappointed I had not fallen for its sneaky snake trap and was off somewhere complaining to his snake buddies about the way it used to be in the good old days.

Regardless of what happened, I was disappointed, and so was Stefan. Snakeskin. It would have been fun.

On the way back I suggested we walk down to the swimming hole because Stefan had seen a snake in the water the day before. Basically at that point I just wanted a picture of a snake, dead or alive. But there was nothing to see but a beautiful, mossy, spring-driven swimming hole.

The sun was hot, and we both had work to do on our computers, on conference calls, on the internet. We decided to go home. And then when I turned I spotted something under a pile of sticks.  “Could that be a snakeskin?” I said to Stefan.  “It’s a rattlesnake skin!” he said. Ooooh, we were excited.

Moral of the story:


The ecosystem has changed dramatically in the last week. There’s brand new bugs in the air and on the ground, flowers blooming right and left. And there are snakes everywhere! At night the hum of birds and bugs outside the house is just shy of suffocating. I know they mean me no harm, but I sometimes have the feeling that they are allowing me to live here.

The purple flower and the tree stump are BFFs.

Wildflower walk.