When a Mockingbird Calls

I think you must answer…

When walking by our big window, I noticed the cat notice some back-yard birds. She rushed to the window sill and crouches for the attack. Pretty sure, she forgot about that thing called glass. I laughed at her and then looked to see what visitors we had.

And there he/she sat. All prim and proper in the holly bush. For this post and lack of bird anatomy, I will call her she. As SHE was very dainty, and soft. She seemed to enjoy the soft rain. I wanted to go get my camera, but I knew as soon as I did she would fly off.

But she didn’t.

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It’s been raining here. And when, I walk from the office to the kitchen. There she is. Enjoying the rain. I didn’t see her get throaty or sing-song. She seemed fairly quiet for a mockingbird. She didn’t seem to mind when the dogs were let out or I peeked at her from the window.

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I made a Bob-White whistle and she dove into the bushes. Only to emerge after checking to see if the coast was clear. I guess she met one too many of those fellas.

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So this was our rainy day excitement. A little Northern Mockingbird visit.

Isn’t she sweet?

The Beauty of Raindrops

It rained today….

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© 2014 Angelia's Photography

Life is full of beauty. Notice it. Notice the bumble bee, the small child, and the smiling faces. Smell the rain, and feel the wind. Live your life to the fullest potential, and fight for your dreams. You are the center of your universe, and you can make anything happen. -Ashley Smith

© 2014 Angelia's Photography

© 2014 Angelia's Photography

© 2014 Angelia's Photography

© 2014 Angelia's Photography

And the beautiful raindrops gave me something outstanding to photograph.

Recovery, Rehab, and Reminiscences

Jason is doing well. He has felt fine and is resting. We did not end up getting home until Thursday October 21st. I didn’t think I would live another night there, but I did.

I re-entered the work world. It felt like I had been in a time warp. Everything was different, but the same. I’m really glad it was on a Friday, so I can slowly sink back into it. I can tell you this, after the nurses and doctors “customer service”, I am a lot more conscious of the quality of work I do and HOW I do it, but most especially how I treat people. Not that I was bad before, it’s just from the smarting stings of arrogance and not-my-job syndrome, I have developed an extra sensitive layer of compassion and tact.

Coming home was a welcome sight for a teenage girl who loves her parents and missed them. And for three dogs that thought they’d been abandoned.

My sister and her husband cleaned our ENTIRE house when they visited for the weekend while Jason was in the hospital. What a treasure. I thought going out to eat was great, but this was such a relief and worth more than food or anything else. It was peace of mind and more restful than I can describe to you. My sister (and husband) are amazing. It was an incredible surprise.

My wedding bouquet sat on the counter in a crystal vase. The beautiful lilies still blooming.

Reminding me…I have SO much to tell you about the wedding. I suppose it will have to unfold like some of these late-blooming lilies. Slowly and beautifully, over time.

In other words, I will get there, I promise.

There are so many things, I just want back to normal. To blog again. To connect with other bloggers. To have more time to read blogs and participate in the going ons. BUT.

We still have a loved one in the hospital. For now, in ICU recovery. Her progress? Slow. And almost a reversal, due to the pain of her head, of the feeding tube inserted, of the injury to her bottom; you don’t want to know, but let me just say it’s like a diaper rash X 100 resulting in an open bleeding wound. Why? Because someone didn’t check a tube. No wonder she can’t sit up in a chair, could you? [hospitals!]

I visited her for the first time in over a week last night. I expected the worse. I expected a decline from the time before where she told me she loved me and held my hand at her bedside. She talked softly, but quite clearly telling me she was sorry about the wedding. It broke my heart in a million pieces.

I didn’t cry at, or before, or during the wedding. I refused. It was a happy day and I refuted any tears to come, but anything to do with her, and her pain. It tears me up. She is such a beautiful woman inside and out and deserves so much happiness and joy. Not pain and suffering.

When we got to her room, she was sleeping. I thought that would be it, but she woke up and proceeded to talk and talk and talk. About now, about the past, about the wedding, about her beautiful grandchildren. Most especially to advise us to love every day and tell those you love, you love them, every chance you get. It was about three hours of smiles, laughs, and tears. From her and us. I wish I could describe how her laugh made my soul leap to heaven and back. Her mind is so sharp. How miraculous is that? She endured a brain aneurysm and a stroke in the same weekend. Now, I know where her son gets it. I look forward to many more moments like these. She moves to the miracle floor Monday. Rehab. They say miracles happen there and I believe it will for her too. It already has.

I also got to dabble for a few moments in my second great love; practicing photography.

I only have time to post of few, but Sydney and her zebra umbrella is the coolest thing ever. I love this kid in all her hipness.

One last summer swim? Thanks Hermine!

Does it seem like the storms of late pack more of a punch?

It certainly did yesterday morning when the power went out and the rain poured from the sky. Forming lakes and rivers throughout the yard.

I’ve seen a lot of rain in my time, yes even several hurricanes, but this was something else. It was fast. It was furious. It was small and mighty.

When the rains and tornados moved out. The floods remained.

Bottom of our street.

Across the street from the bottom of our street. I’ve never seen water there before. Now, there is brown water river rafting.

The next street over from our house.

I felt very confident of our location. On a hill. Lucky us, until….

Sydney tells us there is water in her room. On the floor. Basically, under all her items we just moved and have not unpacked. Including piles of clothes on the floor. Aye yi yi.

It was a lot worse than I expected. Half the room was soaked. The water line on items went up as high as two inches.

The fast moving water down the hill rose enough above the foundation to take a little side splash into our house. Whoa!

Drying the carpet and hoping it dries well. Most homeowners insurance doesn’t cover flooding. And not sure if you are aware of our wedding expense coming up? Yeah, that one; 10-10-10. So dollars are few and far between for new carpet, but since my daughter and I are severly allergic to mold, we may have no choice.

It could have been worse. At least it was only half a room and not the whole house. At least her new furniture hadn’t been delivered yet, and most everything was in plastic tubs. A saving grace for sure.

Good-bye Hermine! Texas will not miss you.

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