Dad’s Chicken

Two days ago, Dad and I went to Springfield. I had an appointment with an Orthopedic Doctor and Dad went along for moral support. We had a nice lunch at Chili’s, although we seem more and more disappointed every time we eat there. Ice tea alone, cost us over $5.00, for just 2 of us! Anyway, I digress.

We were on the way home and had about 30 miles to go. Stopped at a light in a neighboring town (Ava, MO) Dad just happened to glance to his right, off the road. He said to me in a rather surprised voice, “Look, there’s a chicken down there!” “Where?” I asked. He said, “Down there,” as he pointed in the right direction. Trying to keep my eyes on the traffic light, while stretching to see where he was looking, all I could see was a chunk of metal sticking out of the grass. It looked like an old car jack or something like that. It was reddish brown, obviously rusty from being in the weather.

I told Dad, “All I see is a piece of metal sticking up in the grass. No chickens.” Dad says, “No, Goddammit! It’s right there. It moved! It’s looking this way!” I was laughing to myself, knowing that the thing I was looking at couldn’t have moved, and I sure didn’t see anything else down there! He was getting kind of mad because I was arguing with him. I wasn’t trying to argue, just stating a fact. The only thing down there was a piece of metal, rusty and old, left behind by someone. (Later, I realized it was a metal water pipe.) I said, “Dad, all I see is that metal thing. No chickens. It’s not moving.” He says, “Are you sure? I could’ve swore it moved!”

By the time the light changed (finally!) I had Dad convinced there was no chicken. We were laughing now. In his defense – It WAS colored like a chicken; that rusty-red rooster color!

A few days later, I was back in town and stopped to take a photo of what Dad saw. It does look like a chicken, doesn’t it?!

 

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The Fault Lies Within?? I Think Not….

I’m in a position that I do not like, yet there’s not much I can do about it. I have been put in a situation that is not mine, yet I am the one who must deal with it. The person responsible for this situation claims “It’s not my fault,” but clearly that person’s eyes are clouded by someone else’s vision. I am tired. I am in pain. I have my own problems to deal with, but yet I am not permitted to worry about myself. I have contemplated time and time again, “Is this situation actually my fault?” Perhaps I should have stopped the situation before it started. But how was I to know? I can’t possibly know what anyone will do at any time, so how could I have stopped it? I cannot control the influences of other people or their actions. People are responsible for their own actions, are they not? It was not my actions that caused this series of events. The only thing I can do now is to allow consequences to unfold and to concentrate on me for a change. I’m hoping the future comes quickly and then I will finally have my life back.

Mother & Family

Tonight my family took me out for dinner and some shopping. My family being both of my children, both of my grand children, my “other daughter” and my Dad. It was an early Mother’s Day gift as everyone was able to make it and Sunday would have been hectic with the Mother’s Day crowd.

We had a nice dinner at Chili’s and it was a good night for all. We laughed and chatted and the grand babies were especially good. Doodle Bug had a blast and everyone in the restaurant noticed her too. D.M. didn’t get noticed much because he was kind of hid between his mommy and grandpa. Doodle Bug was out in the isle in a high chair. She was laughing and carrying on with her silly faces, howling and sudden outbursts of laughter. She noticed some deflated balloons that were stuck on the ceiling above her. She kept looking up and grinning that big grin of hers. What a kick in the pants! The food and the service was great! We all had a good time.

My family gave me a very nice Mother’s day card with C.F.’s normal “congratulations” remark he writes in all cards, and a Walmart gift card stuffed inside. After we finished at Chili’s, we went shopping at Walmart. I had both grand babies in the cart and they were having a blast making loud grunts and listening to their voices echo down the isles. It was amusing. Doodle Bug left with her mommy and daddy. Toward the end, D.M. was getting tired of shopping and began grabbing things off the racks. That was our cue to get done and go home.

Nights like these make me realize how lucky I am to have such a wonderful family. I mean, I know how great they are and I know they love and appreciate me. It’s just really nice to have a night out with them without the drama; without all the stuff that on most days compels me to rip my hair out by the roots. It was a night for Mother & Family.

Wish You Were Here….

I really miss you. I wish you were here. I wonder how long it will be before I see you again. It’s lonely here sometimes and I wish I could just talk to you. I wish I could talk to you in person. It would be nice to hear your voice. I can’t just pick up the phone and call you. We communicate but it’s hard being so far, far away from each other. Some day maybe we will be closer, although we will never be closer at heart than we are now. We’ve been through a lot together and will surely be through much more. I’m hoping you know that I’ll always be here for you, as I know you will always be there for me. After all, we are family and will always be. Sisters forever. To the end. In my heart, always. I wish you were here.

Spinning My Wheels….

I feel like I’m spinning my wheels these days. There’s too much going on around me. I can’t concentrate for very long. When I am home alone, I get a lot done. I don’t accomplish much when there are others here. There are too many distractions, too many voices. I cannot get done what needs to be done. I must try to focus and keep on schedule. I must demand that others respect that I am a work at home mom! They must let me work!