In a week’s time, I went from picking figs... to being in the emergency room... to finding a dead rooster in the back yard.
No doubt, the highlight of last week was the picking of figs. The company was sweeter than the fruit. Sis. Betty Watson invited me over for fig picking, and we wound up conversing about everything from raising children to gettin’ rid of ants, by means of Dawn dishwashing liquid.
In her eighties, I do believe that she picked twice as many as I did. We had the best visit, and laughed a lot.
The rest of the week, however, didn’t go so very well. I ended up in the hospital with my ongoing stomach issues. Hopefully, soon, I can get some answers and some long awaited relief. Anyway, the best thing about that visit was, oddly enough, the CT scan. I nearly froze to death in the ER. Those crisp, white sheets provide little warmth in sub-sixty temperatures; especially when one is draped in a paper thin hospital gown, with the rear end hanging out.
I’m just glad that I wasn’t in there with a sinus infection. Had I blown my nose, no doubt, a snowball would’ve flown out.
In preparation for the CT scan, I was warned that the dye would create a ‘warm and tingly’ sensation. Alarm was overtaken by relief, upon the absence of chattering teeth.
By Sunday, I felt decent enough, and decided to cut grass. With the amount of rain that we’ve been getting it was more like a game of Jumanji; with me trying to whack my way through the jungle. I halfway expected to encounter Anacondas and mischievous monkeys.
Midway into my tropical descent, I spotted a large section of grass that was covered in white feathers. Farewell, Foghorn. Something had killed my crowing companion, and dragged him into the wood line. He was gone, but a few feathers, here and there, led to the location of his demise.
Yes, fig picking was definitely the highlight of last week, for me. Next time that Sis. Betty and I get together, we’re gonna give the ants a rest, and figure out how to kill bobcats, instead. I don’t think Dawn dishwashing liquid’s gonna do the trick, there.
But hey, it’s a new week, now... filled with unforeseen possibilities. We can hope for more ‘good’ days than ‘bad’. But no matter which outweighs the other we must focus on, and be grateful for, the ‘good’. As I lift my coffee mug; I say to you all, ‘Here’s to a week filled with the sweet fruits of life...the sweetest of those being friendships’.