Tap. Tap. Tappity. Tap. I heard the distinct sound of rain hitting a corrugated roof.
This is Oregon, after all. But I was sitting in my back yard reading a book under a clear blue sky. Odd.
Then , I looked behind me and saw two fox squirrels bent on a bit of romance racing like whirling dervishes up, down, and around the trunk of my spruce tree.
Spring has finally arrived with temperatures in the high 60s. It is probably not a good sign that I liked the temperature boost, but I thought it was too hot -- as did the good Professor.
But it is time for new beginnings. And everywhere around me on Sunday there were symbols galore that I should look forward to the trip south.
The daffodils just outside my library are in full bloom. Cherries, plums, and apples are blossoming -- with nary a bee to speed them on their appointed rounds. Even the Mallard pair in the park were oblivious to the danger of my dog as they shamelessly courted in public.
And the symbols swere just as true at Sunday school and Church yesterday morning. My class gave me a very nice send-off. I have enjoyed being their teacher over the past few years.
Not only was it my last class appearance, it was my last drama appearance at church. Fortunately, my cold dissipated enough to let me do my little monologue without croaking out my lines. The congregation then gave me some very nice gifts -- and I had an opportunity for another farewell address.
I am beginning to think That I get to do more farewell tours than Barbra herself.
Monday and Tuesday should be days devoted solely to cleaning up closets in the house. I am taking my truck in for some expensive maintenance. It is now 8 years old. Eventually, I am going to need to replace it. Perhaps, in Mexico.
But the days are ticking past very fast now. The 15th is approaching faster than a politician on his way to a fundraiser.
Somebody else is going to have to take care of the baby squirrels this year. Because I will be in Mexico.
This is Oregon, after all. But I was sitting in my back yard reading a book under a clear blue sky. Odd.
Then , I looked behind me and saw two fox squirrels bent on a bit of romance racing like whirling dervishes up, down, and around the trunk of my spruce tree.
Spring has finally arrived with temperatures in the high 60s. It is probably not a good sign that I liked the temperature boost, but I thought it was too hot -- as did the good Professor.
But it is time for new beginnings. And everywhere around me on Sunday there were symbols galore that I should look forward to the trip south.
The daffodils just outside my library are in full bloom. Cherries, plums, and apples are blossoming -- with nary a bee to speed them on their appointed rounds. Even the Mallard pair in the park were oblivious to the danger of my dog as they shamelessly courted in public.
And the symbols swere just as true at Sunday school and Church yesterday morning. My class gave me a very nice send-off. I have enjoyed being their teacher over the past few years.
Not only was it my last class appearance, it was my last drama appearance at church. Fortunately, my cold dissipated enough to let me do my little monologue without croaking out my lines. The congregation then gave me some very nice gifts -- and I had an opportunity for another farewell address.
I am beginning to think That I get to do more farewell tours than Barbra herself.
Monday and Tuesday should be days devoted solely to cleaning up closets in the house. I am taking my truck in for some expensive maintenance. It is now 8 years old. Eventually, I am going to need to replace it. Perhaps, in Mexico.
But the days are ticking past very fast now. The 15th is approaching faster than a politician on his way to a fundraiser.
Somebody else is going to have to take care of the baby squirrels this year. Because I will be in Mexico.
