This week with all due apologies to Alexander Pope, I am celebrating:
Hope springs eternal in the human breast; Man always is continually blest.
My first celebration came with the end of a long drawn out problem that had divided our family for almost three years. I dared to hope for an end to this problem but not only did we receive the blessing of an end but the balm of a loving end for the family.
After joyfully celebrating this gift for two days, I received a telephone call that my very dear friend was going into emergency surgery the next morning for removal of a brain tumor. Joy was quickly replaced by fear. The second celebration came on Friday when her daughter let me know she had survived the surgery and hope has bloomed again in my frail human heart.
And my third celebration is the beauty of spring which is what I hope for a lot on cold, grungy days when I forlornly look out my kitchen windows at gray desolation. Here is the answer to those hopes for spring on those mornings –
And my fourth celebration is my hope for the future the birthday today of my fantastic grandson Lucas. Who was a long held hope fulfilled in the very best possible way. HAPPY BIRTHDAY LUCAS WITH LOADS OF LOVE, MEME.
Recently, I wrote about my wonderful vacation but during this vacation I picked up an unwelcome pet I named Igor –
Well, it has been a week and I thought I was done with wildlife and back to the routine of the everyday – looking at the robins puffing themselves up to get warm these cold spring mornings, welcoming back my chipmunk that lives under my house and watching the occasional flash of cardinal red land in the glorious yellow forsythia bush.
Until on my way to the office yesterday, into my oncoming path of traffic, strolls this huge, and I am not exaggerating, HUGE BLACK vulture who has decided that it wants to cross three lanes of traffic –
I, of course, gave way for the creature and then shook off the creepy feeling it gave me and proceeded to the office. Well, as I was pulling into the parking lot of the office, I happened to look up into the sky and this is what I saw –
Now, I am not saying it is the same vulture and that it followed me to the office but it sure did give me a nasty turn. I know St. Francis had all kind of wildlife following him around but I think I would like something a little more tame, like a nice dog or a cat.