B Goes Back To Work 

I posted the following three year ago to the day.  All was right with the world despite B’s life changing accident.  Back to normal. A time we mark as before the terrible awful.  That’s a line from a movie … the terrible awful.  I forget which one.  I should look it up. 

Any hoo if I could start over from 8/1/14 you know I would! By Labor Day weekend of 2014, our world came crashing down.  Not sure if I’m brave enough to share as it’s not my story to tell.  I know we folded into ourselves … immediate family only.  Together in our pain.  B, Pony, Wise and Lulu.  Even B’s parents had no idea what went on. 

But, this is not about that.  I’m not going there yet.  This was a good day.  FB 8/1/14:

So what’s a guy to do on his last Friday at home before going back to work?  

Well, if you’re B you get groceries for a fantastic Saturday morning breakfast. The menu is still a surprise. Can’t wait for tomorrow.

You work around the house to finish up some chores. You replace the front porch light fixtures. You FINALLY fix the bathroom sink drain. And you make a list of all the other maintenance that MUST be done in 2014. You tend the fall garden and when you get bored you chase a snake.  

This rat snake was in one of our backyard oak trees. Mr. Snake had eaten the baby mockingbirds from their nest in tree :(. Snakey-poo was slithering down the tree when B decided to catch him and have Lulu take a picture with her iPhone to capture a true father daughter moment :).

Mr. Snake is alive and well in this pic before he was released back into his habitat to continue to serve his purpose of eating mice and rats. And I thought it was our neighbor Mrs. Syma’s cats that kept the mice and rats away. Who knew ?!?!?

As it is was not enough to worry about the rattlers and other assorted snakes on the ground. Now we have to be on high alert checking out our trees.

Country living at its’ finest 😉 So glad it is Friday, enjoying the good life and I hope you are too!

Tuesday Motivation

On dying.  Begins with a description about a motorcycle ride her son Benny took with her dad, his grandfather where Benny actually started falling asleep during the ride.

I think maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to fall into that, to loosen the grip at the waist, let gravity and fate take over – like a thought so good you can’t stop having it

From The Bright Hour by Nina Riggs