I have too much going on this morning -- 4th load of laundry in, compiling figures to take to accountant this afternoon, trying to register an ISBN for new book that will be ready to go next week, and needing to prepare copies of an agenda for a Lions Club meeting I have to run tonight. So just some random observations for today:
- Red-tailed Hawks. We drove back to Memphis from Little Rock late yesterday afternoon. It was not quite getting dark yet, but the sky was overcast and we kept running into rain showers. After a bit, we began too notice the hawks sitting along the road -- some in trees, or on lampposts or on fences. After I started counting, just the ones on my side of the road, I noted 38 of them. I've never seen so many stationed a almost equal intervals in a stretch of 160 miles. And every one of them was staring intently at the road. Now, I understand it was nearly suppertime, but really! Did they expect us to run over something small and furry so they could have a meal prepared for them? Why not out hunting in the fields? Or were they looking at us as potential meals?
- In the past couple of weeks, we've been deluged with funerals and I've had occasion to interact with each of the new widows. A pattern quickly became clear. The older the widow (the oldest was 85, the youngest in her 40s), the more composed she was, standing straight and dignified next to the casket, greeting guests with interest and kindness, devastated by the loss, of course, but composed and completely in control. The younger ones were the ones who collapsed in the corners, waiting for attendees to come to them and sobbing on the shoulders of everyone who approached. I know I can't judge their reactions, but it made me wonder. Does it take a lifetime for the vicissitudes of life to teach us all we need to know about living? And is that one of the advantages of aging --that we finally begin to understand?
- I crawled into bed last night, exhausted from 7 hours on the road and the emotions of the day, only to discover that one of the cats had left a catnip mouse under the covers to greet me. After I recovered from the leap I made out of that bed, I had to wonder. Was the cat simply hiding her toy from the other cats, or did she intentionally bring me a gift? If so, thanks, kitty.