About a month ago, a couple of black birds made their home nearby and have raised a few babies. These black birds turned out to be good old-fashion, corn eating crows.
These crows have become urbanized and are feeding at my birdfeeders.
Actually, they are eating me out of bird seed. My last resort was to find and borrow a BB gun.
"I have one, come and get it," my son-in-law said.
When I picked it up last night, I told him I knew how to pump and shoot it. He supplied a box of BB's as well. This morning, bright and early, I went outside in my PJ's to start the day...I loaded and pumped the gun.... finally found the safety ....and after some time, realized I still had to cock it...
Well, when I cocked it. the sound was LOUD and the crows flew but interestingly enough, the other birds hung around.
Well...the crows came back before I could turn around...so now to test the BB gun. I didn't know if it would actually shoot. Carefully pulled the trigger without really aiming ...just sort of away from the house kind of shot...it fired.
Well, unfortunately that first shot, went into the fish pond. IF I HAVE put a hole in that brand new pond liner, I am a dead duck.
WORSE would be if I shot one of the fish. If one becomes a floater with a little hole the size of a BB...I am a dead duck as well.
Spent the day learning I can't aim a BB gun.
June
Friday, June 20, 2008
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Gathering Moss
When we lived in Brazil,
one of my Aunts wrote a letter and posed a question...
She wrote, "Your life is like a rolling stone. It is said a rolling stone gathers no moss. I have a question for you and please ask your friends as well. Which is better, to have moss or to have no moss?"
I asked at bridge or socials as was an interesting topic. ...
"What do you think?" No one had an opinion. It was clear she meant support systems which included friendships.
Our American as well as International friends there lived the same lifestyle. All traveled extensively with jobs that took them and their families all over the world. We never thought of gathering moss. We were gathering awesome experiences shared by others of like mind-set. Those people were and are our moss.
I responded to her question saying none asked had an answer to her question. It was a new thought to all, I think.
My Beloved Aunt Doris came down with cancer the following year...and wrote to say that she finally had the answer...She wrote that in her time of need...the moss that she has collected by living in the same town for 60 years felt REALLY GOOD.
I thought about that. I had only been her moss through letters. We wrote weekly over the years. I still have her letters. They were important to me.
She was the most incredible woman I ever knew. She taught me how to live and in the end, she was a grand example to all as she left this life with such style.
When I think of "moss" as being a support system, she was my first layer.
June
one of my Aunts wrote a letter and posed a question...
She wrote, "Your life is like a rolling stone. It is said a rolling stone gathers no moss. I have a question for you and please ask your friends as well. Which is better, to have moss or to have no moss?"
I asked at bridge or socials as was an interesting topic. ...
"What do you think?" No one had an opinion. It was clear she meant support systems which included friendships.
Our American as well as International friends there lived the same lifestyle. All traveled extensively with jobs that took them and their families all over the world. We never thought of gathering moss. We were gathering awesome experiences shared by others of like mind-set. Those people were and are our moss.
I responded to her question saying none asked had an answer to her question. It was a new thought to all, I think.
My Beloved Aunt Doris came down with cancer the following year...and wrote to say that she finally had the answer...She wrote that in her time of need...the moss that she has collected by living in the same town for 60 years felt REALLY GOOD.
I thought about that. I had only been her moss through letters. We wrote weekly over the years. I still have her letters. They were important to me.
She was the most incredible woman I ever knew. She taught me how to live and in the end, she was a grand example to all as she left this life with such style.
When I think of "moss" as being a support system, she was my first layer.
June
Monday, June 16, 2008
Sentiments for Lunch
I had been out and about; a busy morning ran into lunch time. The drive thru was perfect for a quick snack. Got a little lunch and pulled into the shaded parking lot to enjoy my burger.
Down went the car windows ~ ah, was so nice. The summer breeze enhanced the peaceful spot. I unwrapped my lunch and sipped the soda.
Sitting all alone, my mind went back to the days when our large Station Wagon was full of kids plus the dog that went everywhere with us.
Their loud complaining came to me~loud and clear in my memory.
“Mama, she won't get over,"
"Mama, she’s touching me."
"She's looking at me, MAKE HER STOP." (That was my favorite.)
"I gotta' pee pee." (Someone always had to go.)
"Trixie has bad breath, make her get back."
"She got one of my french fries." etc...
I remembered being so stressed/tired/whipped down. I remembered wishing for just one moment to be alone...a moment of peace and quite, which never, ever came.
Now... looking back, I remembered that wish~
Today~ the car was silent. I was alone. Tender emotions of nostalgia overwhelmed me. I found that I missed them...I missed my little girls being little and with me.
Suddenly I felt very alone and lonely.
That didn't last long.
June
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