Bumblebees!

 

Bumblebees!

 

Have you ever listened to a bumblebee? They make a song out of their flights and their meals inside the trumpet vine flowers. The one that was out checking on the Bachelor Buttons today did not say much, but the one in the trumpet vine carried on an interesting conversation with those flowers. It made me wonder what music would sound like if it were orchestrated to the insects around here. The birds—whether ducks, geese, or cranes, not counting the song birds--usually drown out any other noises—well, with the exception of the loud trucks, motorcycles, and assorted idiots across the way. But the birds would be like the cymbals and trumpets of an orchestra compared to the violins of the insects and the bass drums of the toads and frogs. Of course, the tree frogs and leopard frogs have a music all their own. Ah, God has given us such an array of music in His creation. More of it may show up tonight if we actually get the storms and rain that are in the forecast. And then the light show will be just as interesting!

 

The day has been fairly calm and not terribly hot. A young man stopped and wanted to know about Jerry’s place. He wants to start a business with jet skis and such. But the access to the lake is quite problematic since the road effectively ends at the Anderson’s gate. And the neighbor below Jerry’s place does not intend to sell in the near future. Of course, he could always lease the place, but that is not overly likely. Or not. Guess it wouldn’t matter much except that it would create a terrific amount of traffic on this street. Guess what will be will be.

 

Jim and Sharon stopped back by and talked about the class reunion and the story of Jim’s senior trip up Pike’s Peak in a school bus! That brought out the story of our church trip to California on a school bus and all the mechanical problems we had had on that trip. The stop in Death Valley, the drive out of that valley, and the smoking brakes that made me shout at our minister about knowing smoke when it was obvious! Oh! What a trip! Turned out that Jimmy was best friends with Bill McN. who he had worked with over at the hospital. Small world.

 

Sharon turned 76 yesterday. Jim is 83. So glad that they are both in good health and seem very happy. Jim said that only four other students from his class showed up for the reunion. Most of them have already finished this life. Am hoping that these two manage to stay active and happy for many more years. Did notice that Jimmy looks so much more like Garland in the face than he did a few years ago. Strange that Lewis never did look like his dad. And neither of our boys looked like Lewis—more like the men in my family. Oh well. Vanity is nothing.

 

These two dogs love Sharon and Jimmy. Go figure. They like some people fairly well, but Sylvia seems to think that Sharon belongs to her. And Sharon does not seem to mind having an affectionate dog cuddled up near her. Of course, Sylvia also gave Jimmy a good face wash—not that he needed it! Kisses in dog language.

 

Made deviled eggs for din-upper last night. Have decided to find a better name for those things. Of course, anyone knows what they are called right now, so it is an exercise in futility to try to name them anything else, but that name has never set just right with me. Splattered, discomboobulated, hard-challenged, linguistically misappropriated, a three-paragraphed essay, the final conclusion, sarcastically seasoned, sunset deluxed, the final event: someone come up with a better name for these things! If Granddad Pollard were still alive, he would have some ideas. But then, he grew up in an era when they called those wonderful insects with pretty wings “flutterbys.”

 

Thompson seems to be feeling better and looking better. He has several more days of steroids before he will be finished with them, and by then, hopefully, he should be about over this mess. He is such a sweet boy. He will not “take” a pill, but he will let me put one down his throat. No biting here. Sylvia is a different story entirely. Oh well. Thank goodness she did not need these pills.

Saw a picture of a yard that was covered in red creeping thyme. Want like everything to try that out front. Guess getting the seeds will be the first step. The micro-clover planted out in the side lot is still alive, but not sure it will stay that way after the summer. Will try to keep it from being cut this fall so that it has a chance to make it through the winter.

 

Ok, the dogs just shared some “sarcastically seasoned” eggs with me. They did not seem to care what they were called as long as each of them got a share. Sharon brought me a couple of breakfast muffins, so know what will be seeing some coffee tomorrow. Yum.

 

We got to talking about eye problems and what is called “pink eye.” Was sitting here trying to remember why it was that dogs can cause that when it finally dawned on me. Some standup comedian said that his kids were playing with their dog and then put their hands in his face. Duh. HE was the one who got pink eye. So little bitty yappy dogs or whatever kind, the dogs can give the problem to a person who connects with the dog’s rear end and then their eyes. Just something to think about when messing with dogs. Washing one’s hands—or face and hands—really does make a difference.

 

Not quite as tired tonight as last night, but not overly energetic either. Maybe tomorrow will be a better “get ‘er done” day than the past few days. Have plenty to do if the energy shows up. Keep noticing the floors and the dog hair flying around. Honestly! These dogs should be naked! Good thing the hens don’t live inside this house! Dust mopping might be mighty risky—flying right on out the door on the broom handle! Rename this ol’ hill “Witches Retreat!”

 

Will hope that all of you are doing well. Still trying to reach my friend BillyeRuth and even put a call into her son’s phone, but so far, nada. Hope she is ok. Meanwhile, pray for those who are ill, those who are unsettled in their minds, and those who mourn. You are loved.