Last Sunday the Gracious One and her husband invited me to go out with them for lunch, to be followed with a ride to the Wildlife Refuge, something we like to do every February – February being the month that many varieties of feathered beauties fly in on their migrations. This year we did not see as many eagles as we have in the past, nor did we see the numbers of ducks and geese possibly because we are in our third year of lower-than-normal precipitation and the water levels were very low, but it was a lovely way to spend an afternoon in good company. I want to share with you my pictures from that day, while my mind wanders and my fingers ramble across the keyboard with completely unrelated thoughts.
Although you probably do not care at all, I realized the other morning that my bed only ever gets really “made” when I change the sheets. It gets “straightened” every morning, but with only one person under the covers – my bed partners Lily and Shasta sleep above the covers – it’s never really messed up. That might be attributed, in part, to the fact that my bed partners like to sleep close to me so I have little opportunity to flail about.
I try to eat a healthy diet, my dinner consisting largely of vegetables, grains and beans with meats being fish occasionally and chicken more often. Lunch is usually turkey, cheese, sliced tomato and fresh spinach on a healthy bread. When I eat chocolate, it’s almost always dark chocolate. I’m working on consuming more fruits besides grapes in their liquid form. But then I turn around and get a salt craving which usually results in buying salty potato chips and leads to me consuming half a bag at a sitting. I still get points for trying, right? And don’t the healthy meals offset the greasy, salty potato chips? Oh yes, I recently read that most of us don’t eat enough salt these days. That’s like the egg thing and the coffee thing – they’re good for you, no they’re bad for you, now they’re good for you.
In the mornings, I am often surrounded by all four of my furry girls. There is comfort in their presence – at least I cannot be accused of talking to myself, because they listen very intently. They don’t always pay attention, but they listen. I wonder, though, why they deem the bathroom to be a good place for us to spend time together. It seems that once we women have children, it becomes impossible to actually spend time in that room alone. Our children grow up and leave home, but we have animals (or many of us do) and they feel obligated to take the place of those children. Bailey feels I’m a captive audience and brings her ball to be tossed to her. Shasta’s position is to try to intercept the ball. Lily feels it’s a good time to be petted and only Twiggy allows me privacy. Or what privacy there is left to be had.
Although the predictions called for light snowfall overnight, we had rain and now the sun has come out and is making the raindrops on the bird tree branches sparkle. Nature’s diamonds. The overnight rain means the pine needles that need to be raked will be heavy with wet and so I need not feel guilty if I don’t go out and gather more of them for burning. Perhaps I will spend my day, or part of it, in the kitchen.
I will make Thai Chicken Curry with rice for my dinner, and I will start the process of cooking Bailey’s food which consists of chicken, rolled oats and sometimes quinoa and rice, carrots, peas, green beans, celery and often spinach, all chopped up and boiled together. Bailey has developed sour stomach problems and this concoction with a little dry dog food stirred in seems to work best for her. Shasta girl has an iron stomach so she is easier – she gets dry dog food topped with frozen green beans or peas. The discrimination does not seem to bother her at all.
So there you have it – the trip to the Refuge and my wandering, rambling thoughts. Perhaps I’ll go read my book for awhile. For you I wish a day of enough. What the heck, how about a whole weekend of enough?!