There's always time for some humor even when there's been a very sad event in our family. As we mentioned in an earlier narrative, our Mom passed away on March 14th. We compiled this blog during the latter part of February when humor (if you agree) was easier to produce. When my Dad died more than thirty years ago, it was a tragedy as he departed far too early (Heck, I miss that man each day). My Mom, however, wanted to leave as she had lived a full life (31 years without Dad). It makes sense but nevertheless, she has left a void, a deep one (See end).
Frankly, I don't really care whether it snows tonight, you're not sleeping in our room. I don't even want you on the patio. Got it?
Do you really have to do that outside our room? I suppose it's better than inside our suite.
Don't you dare give me lip...beak. As for turning your backs on me...well, turn tail then and beat it. Such arrogance!
Apache Lake from a high vantage point as we head closer.
No! You cannot shower in our suite tonight. We don't care how chilly the lake is. Now, duck! Okay, take a hike!
No more duck stories. Deal? Okay, but before we go, let’s agree, last one. It amounts to a confession for which I’m most embarrassed. We understand and respect the concept of embarrassing or hurting the feelings of a person is a terrible action. Perhaps, the beauty of confession is that it partly relieves the grief one carries for committing such transgression. Effectively, I am confessing to you although I realize it’s far more important to apologize to the injured party.
Do you really have to do that outside our room? I suppose it's better than inside our suite.
Don't you dare give me lip...beak. As for turning your backs on me...well, turn tail then and beat it. Such arrogance!
Apache Lake from a high vantage point as we head closer.
No! You cannot shower in our suite tonight. We don't care how chilly the lake is. Now, duck! Okay, take a hike!
Bringing the gang around is not going to change our minds. And don't look at me that way.
Nevertheless, I’ve been informing anyone brave enough to read our blogs about the ongoing tension building with the duck community (Jenni’s encompassing term for birds). Actually, it’s only one gander in reality. It’s aggressive, annoying, persistent and just gets on my nerves. On the other hand, within the gaggle of geese, this fellow is always tagged by a goose. She is actually quite lovely. She carries herself with a kind of dignity as she follows him about. In human terms, she strikes me as being a lady. Why she hangs, or maybe, floats with the gander baffles me.
The other morning, after been awakened at 4:30am by this aggressive gander as it honked and then pecked at our sliding door including relieving itself, I’d reached the end of my patience. Later that morning, I could only find the gander, sans mate, wandering close to our patio. I intended to take the initiative and turn the tables on it (him). In a huff, I stormed up to him, looked him directly in the eye, close enough to be nose-to-beak, smelled his worm breath and exclaimed,
“Your goose is cooked”.
Cheers,
Jenni and Jeffrey
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