* Ten Things of Thankful

First, thanks to Lizzi and her Considerings blog (read her post on valuing relationships- it’s great).  Lizzi is all about the silver linings, the half-full glass, no matter what.  Here are my silver linings for the past week in one package.  Fasten your seat belt, for this is a spiderweb tale.  Eventually it will come to an end.

cloudscape-384672_640I was picking up stray branches from a strong thunderstorm in our abyss back yard.  We’d desperately needed rain so I had been praying HARD all day for rain.  That night we had a strong thunderstorm, complete with hail which bounced like marbles on our cars.  We got 3 inches of rain plus branches, twigs, cats, dogs, etc.  I had been eyeing that mess out the window for days.  It’s always interesting to me that my dearest blog widower is trash-blind.  I’d love to be a fly on the inside of his head.  Or maybe not.  Ew!  At any rate, I can’t stand to see random sticks all over the “yard.”  What’s growing there already looks bad enough.  But first, the birdlings.  They also come to our feeders in storms, especially now that they are taking care of their second and third broods.  And the bird bath was nasty.  I put on plastic gloves and got the feeders nicely cleaned and stocked.  The birdlings were whistling excitedly in the trees:  Go!  Go!  Go!

But, I had to do something about the storm detritus, even though sweat was pouring off my face with a heat index well over 100 degrees.  I hate dripping wet skin.  Plus, my middle name is Mosquito Bait AND I hadn’t sprayed myself with insect repellent.  A little voice in my head said, Go!  Go!  Go!!  Typically, I responded, No!  No!  No!  I’ll grab just a few branches and oh, there are a few million weeds, and look at those tree seedlings sprouting up everywhere!   In the worst section of the yard, the part that is reverting back to Snakeland, I reached deep to pull out some twigs.  Then I felt it.  A tiny zap on my wrist.  I looked down and saw a deer tick.  If I had a robotic hand, I would have severed it right there. (Sometimes I like to think about having robotic parts.)  The tick and I ran our separate ways.

You made it!  Silver lings time:

  1. We have two cars.
  2. We have a lovely house and pretty nice front yard.
  3. We have a fantastic bird feeder system.
  4. We have non-latex gloves.
  5. We have beautiful trees.
  6. We got 3 inches of rain.
  7. I am not visually impaired.
  8. I FELT the tick on my wrist.
  9. I was not bitten by anything.
  10. I repented of blaming my widower for being trash blind.  But I did make him listen to all of the above.  He loves me SO much!  Happy Father’s Day, dearest widower!

16 thoughts on “* Ten Things of Thankful

  1. Ohhh I just adore your writing style – it’s so bright and beautiful and full of joy. I’m glad your widower was cool with you telling him about all the trash-blindness, and that your garden is beautified, and that you DON’T HAVE A TICK BECAUSE EW EW EW EW EW!

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  2. I love your story telling style! Rain is a nuisance when it is interrupting our plans, yet such a necessity. However, ticks, no use for them!

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  3. My friend has a house in Connecticut, which is apparently the heart of Deer Tick Land. After mowing and trimming for a day he discovered a very tiny tick stuck to his leg and surrounded by an angry red bulls eye and a white circle.

    The following morning he booked an emergency doctor’s appointment and Lyme Disease was confirmed so he’s now on 21 days of antibiotics.

    I was very happy to read that you spotted your attacker before it had a chance to chomp into you.


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