It’s a beautiful, sunny day in our neighborhood. This is a lovely time of day for us, when the morning sun comes through the windows and lights up the deck and the kitchen. Later, there’s will be light on the other side of the house, but these are all in the light of morning.
I wanted another pet. But I wanted a pet that was quiet, didn’t eat much. Obedient, attractive, friendly. A really easy keeper.
Meet Fred. He’s undemanding, always cheerful and very bright. When I snapped this, the rain had just stopped a minute before. Say “HI Fred!”
When we bought this house 16 years ago, there were a few hosta growing near the house. Over the years, I have separated and divided them and we have four or five kinds of hosta in the woods, in the garden, and it just keeps growing.
Sun, rain, drought. Through snow and ice, late and early spring. You can’t stop the hosta. It’s the stainless steel of the plant world.
Speaking of unstoppable — there’s also the holly. It was a little bush when we moved. Soon, very soon, it was big bush. Now, it’s a massive shrub with surprising sharp thorny leaves that wants to rule the world. It may succeed.
You can see the berries forming. In a couple of weeks, the bush will be covered with them, which will make the birds happy. It’s ironic that the berries are long gone by Christmas, when they are the symbol of the season.
Back in the day (I hate that cliché), I used to do features like this for slow TV news days. It’s been a week of low family soap opera, spawned by disciples of “Ozzie and Harriet”, “Father Knows Best” and “Modern Family”. Oh, the angst!!
Today figured to be a reprieve. Lunch with an old pal from my working days. I looked forward to sharing stories about baseball, favorite TV shows, and guy gossip. Perfect weather. Tee shirt weather. My old, yellow, sports car with the sun roof would be my wheels. Girls call my car and me “cool and awesome”. Ready to roll.
But, as Columbo would say, “… just one more thing, Sir”. I couldn’t find my shoulder bag. My shoulder bag which contains my driver’s license, SS card, medical and credit cards.
Marilyn joined me in the household search, from casual to frantic. Car searches turned up nothing. I stared accusingly at the dogs. Visions of a conspiracy grew. Why me?
Marilyn tried to calm me down as my grumbling grew louder, laced with profanity and anger. Why me??
Marilyn then tried to call my friend to cancel lunch but his contact numbers were out-of-date. I had failed to update contact vitals. Why me?? I dashed off an email to my pal, explaining the situation and apologizing for the last minute lunch cancellation. My anger was growing. Except … I was the perp.
Finally, I decided to retrace my movements of the past 24 to 36 hours. Local deli to supermarket. I kept thinking of what potentially lay ahead if my ID and credit cards were really lost … or even worse, had been stolen. Dammit!!
The supermarket folks were kind. They knew me. One of the perks of living in a small town is that everyone knows your name. One of the managers smiled and indicated they had it — even before I could get the question out.
I gulped and stepped back, taking a deep breath. They searched high and low, assuring me my bag was safe, under lock and key.
The long wait.
Finally, with deep apologies, they said my bag was at the police station. Why were they apologizing?? I was the one who’d lost the bag. I gave myself a Gibbs’ head slap.
The police station is only a couple of minutes away, but season long road work has the middle of town in a virtual freeze frame. Twenty minutes later, I pulled into the police station parking lot. I counted to ten and got out of the car. I took a few steps, then got back into the car … to turn the engine off. Another one to ten count then advance into the police station.
They greeted me with smiles. Yes, they had my bag!! They recognized my police badge. Actually, it’s an auxiliary police badge given to me back in my working days. And, yes, I still like to flip the holder cover open, casually revealing the badge to some folks. I’m admittedly an aging ham.
My bag was returned to me. I signed a release form with a BIG “Thank You”. The station personnel kept smiling. I wanted to slowly back out, feeling very stupid. They wouldn’t let me leave. Why me??
It seems they wanted to take pictures with me. To show off to their family and friends. Who used to watch me on television. Very weird for me.
I kept thinking … they shoot horses, don’t they?
Three pictures. This first one, from Garry.
And this, from me.
At our age, there’s a thin line between pensive and asleep and I think we are teetering on that line as I write.
It’s supposed to rain later. Not merely rain. Thunderstorms. The world has an eerie yellow light that signals storms on the way. We’ve just had a week of lovely weather, so a day of rain is not unreasonable. I wish it would rain overnight and leave us sunny days, but I’ll compromise, especially since I have no choice in the matter. Weather gods are capricious and not amenable to negotiations.
All the dogs are deep in thought. Pensive in the extreme. Bishop snores gently during long pensive stretches. Bonnie, asleep until I turned on the camera, had to give herself a shake so she could hide in her crate, thus avoiding the trauma of my getting an in-focus shot of her. Bishop opened one eye slightly before yawning and returning to his previous state of deep thought.
Gibbs had his eyes slightly open, but was clearly too exhausted from his busy morning of thoughtful pondering to flee the camera.
So, we are all pensive today. Yawn. We were supposed to haul me into Boston today for my annual (overdue) cardiology exam, but with thunderstorms on the way and all this pensiveness going around, I rescheduled for June.
I need time for reflection. Serious reflection. And a good book.