~ Crabby ~

     

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Anyone who knows me, knows as the Sabres go, I go.  I feel as though I played my heart out and came up empty.  I wish I could go back to earlier in the day. 

 

One day a week on my home I take a vanilla shake to my sister and we sit for a couple of hours and visit.  I call before hand to make sure she is up for the visit.  Day of chemo can be rough on her but I want to be there for her.  Bring her something special and just visit a bit, our time.  Today was a good day.  As I drove to bring her a 'special delivery' I passed a local town park.  The buildings that line the street are the police department, courthouse, townhall and the library.  The grass in front that meets the sidewalk and then street was a vibrant green.  Colorful flowers sprouting or recently planted dotted the edges and garden sections strategically  placed in front.  Today it was covered in white.  As I made my way closer I couldn't imagine what was all over.  From the distance I first noticed, it looked as though someone had left white plastic shopping bags scattered all over.  The closer I got the more I could make out.  The lawn was covered with seagulls.  Hundreds and hundreds of seagulls.  A peaceful sight really, reminded of summer.  Then I chuckled and remembered the days of my son playing football.  He played for the town team since he was about eight.  On several occasions practice was held in another town at a local park.  They would scrimmage that towns team.  The first time we went I wondered what the hell was all over the grass.  It looked like chunks of mud that got pulled up because of spikes.  Divots of sorts.  I didn't pay much attention at first, but then I noticed it was every where.  Later during practice as the Moms and Dads stood talking, off in a distance there were 100's of geese.  We marveled at the number and the beauty.  The fact that they weren't afraid of the many people in the park.  Then we realized.  We were not standing on divots.  We were standing on goose shit.  Who is the lucky soul that gets to clean the seagull shit off that lawn in front of townhall.  I chuckled even more.  Do seagulls shit while they are on the ground or only when they fly?  I know as a child when we were in the Outer Banks of NC the entire family was feeding the birds.  Laughing and playing as we threw bread in the air.  The gulls would swoop down and catch it on the fly.  Circle around and come back for more. The more we threw, the more they came until the sky was full of birds.  Over the surf you could hear them squeal and squawk.  The flapping of their wings an added addition to the sound of the waves crashing on the shore.  Then without warning, PLOP.  Yeap, seagull shit on my head.  I don't think I've fed a bird since!!!  Well, while they were flying overhead.

 

Aaaahhhh this entry is much better then what I had planned to write.  The thoughts and memories that came back to me today are a much happier note.  :::patting self on back::: good choice.  LOL  I think the graphics speak for my mood.  No need to write that way too.   I'm off to bed.  Happy hump day!

 

Hugs

~d

 

           

 

                      

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