Incredible that I pass into the 10th day of our third month without as much as a comment about my river, mockingbird, or this season's slow push toward spring. I guess February had such an impact on my life, that I surprised even myself with my endless babble... dealing with a serious setback in my health, the loss of my sister, and that never ending wrestling match with my river. Little did I know the knowledge possessed by the years of wisdom collected by a body of running water as she alone let me put the pieces of an intricate eagles nest together! Simply stated, she revealed a secret hidden within her as she said, "There are locks and dams that span my length. At any time, a given person can close just one of my locks and cause my waters upstream to rise, slow down and pool into a beautiful clear reflection of your past. Excitement will fill your heart as I gather over the coming days as you are able to put pieces of seasons past together yet again. Sooner, rather than later, if you are wise and fortunate, that same person will open the closed gate, yet again and the momentary contentment of past, still, cleared waters will rush away leaving you with a clear understanding of why you even allowed yourself to dwell beside me yet again. It is an endless game. Necessary for life, mind you, but predictable. Once you have experienced my seasons, she clearly revealed, you will always wonder of my return. And I will return. But I will never be possessed and with each passing moment your memory of that season will fade. I am fluid, liquid, and full of life giving properties as I quench your thirst. I water The Fields of Gold and give bountiful food from my depths. I am that memory you will always return to. A reflection of everything you were and desire to be. You discover with every visit that I am still as complex and exciting as our first time together. This is why you are drawn to me with such a deep attachment." And my affair with my river continues...
Posted March 10 from my home.
Here is how my facebook friends, weighed in on the subject:
Might get lucky with the poop. But i don't think you will be that lucky. Just saying roflol
|So tender the color is yet to show.|
Posted March 26 in the am hours from my home.
We are babysitting her three children which has not been a problem except to me. Remember my favorite virus drone? Yes… The one I had the diaper experience with? That’s her… Gabby! It seems that ever since she experienced that diaper change with me, we have “bonded!” So that’s what it takes? *SMH* She is quiet vocal now and loves to talk gibberish to me. Doesn’t matter what I’m doing or where I am in the house, she just appears and engages me in that under developed language she speaks so fluently. Interlaced amongst the foreign mix of unknowns are words like Poppy, Cat, Maw Maw, Mommy, juice and eat that seems to resonate audibly in my head. This in return, encourages me to engage her in conversation.
Anyway, as the weekend defined itself, Linda or Gabby decided the best place for her to sleep when spending the night, is in that big King Sized bed of Maw Maw and Poppy. Last night as I prepared to retire for the evening, I had just brushed my teeth and walked around my side of the bed to lay down my watch and glasses, staring at me were those beautiful eyes and my Gabby patting my pillow with her tiny hand… Oh My Word… Is it happening again? Who has who wrapped around who’s finger?? That sweet child is more addictive than the viruses she willingly shares with me, but I’m beginning not to care. This morning as I prepared to rise, I awakened before the alarm sounded and I reached and turned it off. While in the bathroom taking meds and doing what few man things needs to be done in my early morning preparations for work, the alarm sounded! What?? I had turned that thing off! As I rushed out of the bathroom, my sweet Gabby had crawled from her warm spot across the bed and was patting my alarm clock telling me, “Heah Poppy, Heah it is!” My dilemma? Am I going to kidnap that grandchild or start begging for her to spend the night with me more often? Meggie, my little Russian Blue gray stray cat, was sitting patiently at the end of the bed observing this interaction between Gabby and me. I could clearly hear her thinking out loud her proper response to what she perceived as a threat to her security, “I can answer that question for you real easy, Bud!!”
As the last day of March dances away, I wonder what news is still left undefined as I type this sentence. And for those that have read this far, your prayers are solicited and strongly encouraged…