When one begins dragging 60 behind them and doesn’t need a
magnifying glass to see 70 looming, the
options for funny birthday cards increase dramatically.
And leave it to my sweet sister to find one to honor my
sweetie on his birthday earlier this week.
When we were kids growing up in Los
Angeles, there was a local television program for children hosted by Sheriff
John, and he did a “birthday cake” song...
which I found myself singing when the day arrived. We did
not, however, have a birthday cake this year for him. We had Klondike bars instead.
The aches
and pains of growing older are not what makes the “golden years” very golden. Richard has an occasional minor problem in his back, which requires him to
walk around hunched over a bit for a day until it works itself out. At this point it is still something we can still make jokes about, but it may not be so funny as time goes by.
Today would have been a very nearly perfect day. I have
finally clawed my way out of the huge volume of work I was handed and feel like
I can take a breath once again. I even had time to look at a blog or two. Yea!!!
We have been accumulating brush since last winter due to ice
storms and throughout the spring and summer due to high winds. The pile began
to breed and suddenly there were two piles, and both of them looked pregnant.
And as it often goes with us, they might have remained for
quite a bit longer, perhaps even throughout the winter, except an armadillo
picked one of them to crawl under and die, and the stench of rotting flesh has
been wafting in the window I sit in front of for the past week – it takes the
process quite a while longer in an armadillo because of the hard shell. So Richard
decided to burn the piles today. Yea!!!
The last time brush piles were burned – in September of last
year -- Nathaniel did the job
so it was a bit poignant for both of us when Richard
went out to light it off.
And then just as the job was finished, a very bad thing
happened. A turtle that had crawled under the brush pile for shelter did not
get out in time and was killed.
How to explain how horrible Richard felt? Horrible. We both felt
sick inside. I love turtles.
I probably have as many photographs of turtles (and judging by the red eyes, this is a boy turtle) on
this computer as I do of lizards and flowers and…
4 comments:
A belated Happy Birthday to your husband. So sorry the day ended the way it did.
Happy Birthday to Richard! Klondike Bars are a great substitute for cake. I hardly ever make a cake ..too many leftovers:)
My daughter Nicole loved turtles too. She has a massive turtle collection. For several years she had a large turtle that roamed around in her apartment. I'm not sure what kind it was - then she decided it should live outside. When her friend bought a house with a fenced yard (LOL) she decided it was a good place for the turtle to live. She visited the turtle on a regular basis, bringing food, etc....always was able to find him. (or her)
I love the picture of Nathaniel. Sweet... and I'm sorry about the turtle.
awwwhhhh... sorry about the poor turtle. R didn't mean any harm. I love the pic of your son having a good time burning the brush. Great pic of him he was having so much fun - but it made me sad, too. :,>( Love ya, sis!
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