Rainy and cool this morning. I’ve been up since 6 o’clock. Had been dreaming I met Carol Burnett and washed her face with a wet cloth, and she wasn’t happy about it. But she didn’t stay angry for long and was soon laughing and talking with me.
As soon as I get up from this office chair, I’ll be washing some dishes and throwing together a pan of blondies to take to the come ‘n’ go tea this afternoon. Our oldest girl is celebrating her 85th trip around the sun. Afterwards there is an extended-family gathering at my sister-in-law’s.
It’s going to be a long day, but it started off as most of my mornings do, with two hours in the recliner, reading.
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You’re so right, Pixie; it is difficult to watch Dad decline. Every once in a while I face the fact that he’ll be gone one of these years, and I realize it isn’t often I let this reality sink in. Why? Because it’s unthinkable, that’s why, even though the inexorable crawl toward death might be said to be appearing before my eyes. It’s painful even to imagine a future when he won’t be here. Most of the time I don’t allow myself to feel it.
I still say, when he reminds me he’s lucky to be alive at all and many people don’t reach his age and he could be gone any time, “You could live to be 100. It’s surprising how many do. Never know!”
Incorrigible optimist here, never giving up hope till there’s no avoiding the facts.
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Last spring I picked up this “spy” birdhouse for $1 at a garage sale, thinking if there was a nest of babies in it, the kidlets would like to see them. It was attached with suction cups to our dining room window, but no birds moved in. Probably we were just too close for comfort on our side of the glass, even though the chipping sparrows nest each year in the cedars at the corner of the front step only three feet from the window.
The birdhouse stayed on the glass almost all winter and finally the suction cups gave up and the house fell to the ground. It wasn’t worth the risk of that happening with a nest of babies, so I didn’t put it back but tied it into one of the oak trees along the front lawn instead. The back is clear plastic and if a bird decides to use it, the babies will be visible from behind.
The chipping sparrows returned from their southern homes just this week and have been busy building their nest in the cedars, as always. But maybe the wrens … which I haven’t seen or heard yet. We shall see.
The soras have come-lately, as usual, and I need to put the window screens up so I can listen to them calling as I fall asleep.
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