It's Only A Day Away

Milli Fleur's New baby

It was Sunday, I saw him fall, a slow motion, stumbling down an incline, like Nicolas Cage tumbling into the Grand Canyon.

I was hosing the deck and saw Husband Dear take a nose dive. “Stay there,” I yelled and ran to his aid.

Somehow his equilibrium became scrambled, and he lie there while I, thinking he was having a heart attack, ran to the house for aspirin. After a number of vomiting attacks, he calmed, He had been painting in the hot sun—not a good idea—especially after a moment of imbalance the night before. After awhile, I dismissed calling the fire department, or taking him to the emergency room. Instead we sat in green grass, calmed, and talked.

The ducks preened beside us, humming and rolling their long necks over their back in an elegant display of oiling their coiffure.

We admired the majestic Douglas firs. My thoughts went to dying. I thought about how pleasant it was sitting there, and that death ought to come in such a beautiful setting, but not today. Monday the Chiropractor determined that Husband D’s neck was out of joint, adjusted him, and he has been fine ever since.

Milli Fleur hatched a fluffy little black chick that same day Sunday—evidence that life ought to continue, and later on Daughter Darling called on her drive back from work saying that that Baby D’s fussiness was more than teething.

He has a virus.

Life’s Twists and Turns…

We were going to Hawaii on Tuesday, instead we changed our Itinerary to Friday August 28 to give Baby D a chance to recover.

On Monday another chick hatched. On Tuesday another. Milli was faithful sitting in that hot house guarding her eggs, and she is such a good Momma. Wednesday another chick. Two years ago I bought Milli at the County Fair with three little baby chicks at her heels.

Now Sir Winston really has something to crow about.

Daughter D just came back from feeding her horses, and the neighbor, while holding Baby D, said, “Oh you ought to do it. Move to Hawaii. So many people say they could have, should have, and then they die and don’t do it.”

I couldn’t have said it better.

Saturday we will see our proposed Hawaiian property…
Will the air feel like silk as I remember?
Will the scent of it be that of Plumeria blossoms as it once was?