Deer Delimma

For the past month or so we have had days upon days of rain, with only short breaks in-between. This morning, for the first time in days it wasn’t raining when I went to let the dogs outside for their morning potty. As always, I step out on the porch first and scan the area for the local wildlife. Don’t need either of my girls running out to meet the pair of foxes, or raccoons, or the coyotes that roam our mountain. Also there have been bear up here in the past.

Usually though, it’s just several of our local deer, munching on my or the neighbor’s shrubs. During all this rain, I haven’t seen the deer seem to be sticking to the lower parts of our mountain. I have seen them several times on my way to town. However, this morning as I quietly opened the door, I saw four of the beautiful white tails at the far end of our yard. They heard the door but didn’t see me.

Stealthily, as much as I could in my big red fluffy bathrobe, I eased out onto the front porch, placing myself between a porch post and their view. If you saw the movie True Lies, it resembled Tom Arnold’s character hiding behind the lamppost. Not such good cover, but it was working this morning.

There I stood watching the beautiful creatures as they munched on the grass and calmly walked over to the neighbors yard. They knew something was watching them but still could not see me in the darkness of my porch.

I watched the usual large doe with her twins from last year who are growing to full size and an extra smaller one. I looked back at my front door and both my dogs were sitting, watching me, patiently waiting for me to let them out. I knew if I let them out while the deer were there, the chase would be on and everyone but me would be running down the steep drop off behind my neighbors house.

My dilemma was, scare the deer off and let the girls outside, or let the deer keep eating and make the girls wait for their potty call. My girls big brown eyes won out in the end, as this was their first time out to potty after sleeping all night. They had already waited on their mom to get her act together, I wouldn’t make them wait on the deer.

I stepped out so the deer could see me, and four white tails flew straight up as they disappeared over the ridge. The girls ran outside side as I opened the door, never the wiser.

If only all dilemmas in life were resolved this easily!

Hola, Guess What Day it Is?

It’s another, “I’ll drink to that,” kind of day. Yep, NATIONAL MARGARITA DAY

So I’m thinking I should be on a beach drinking a cold, tall, refreshing Margarita, but here I sit in Georgia. I’m starting to think Georgia is an old Indian word for ‘never stops raining.’ I have lost count as to how many days it has rained this year but far exceeds any sunny days by a long shot.

Maybe I’ll make mine a Strawberry Margarita as the lime color reminds me of the mold and mildew that is starting to grown on everything from all the rain and lack of sun.

It is said that the margarita being invented in 1938 by Carlos “Danny” Herrera at his restaurant Rancho La Gloria, halfway between Tijuana and Rosarito, Baja California, created for customer and former Ziegfeld dancer Marjorie King, who was allergic to many spirits, but not to tequila.

I find that I may be allergic to tequila also. Seems that after a few shots of this clear liquid I tend to do crazy things. Reminds me of the old Dottie West song Jose’ Cuervo. I too have been known to dance on the tables but I never shot out any lights.

So on this day, I salute who ever invented the Margarita, Tequila, and even Dottie West for bring to light that tequila can make you do some wild and crazy things. At my age I now just sit back, sip my drink and watch the world go by. Today, I’m watching it rain.

Blessed Be The Caregivers

What do you see when you look at these hands? Many will see the old, tired hands of an old person. If you study closely you may see something else. These hands were once young and small. Exploring new things, playing with toys or writing school lessons. Maybe they held a lover’s hands or a bouquet of flowers at a wedding. They may have changed too many diapers, planted gardens, prepared meals, or held grandchildren. I see the hands of a caregiver. These hands did all the things helping to take care of their siblings, their husband, their children, their parents, their grandchildren.

I see that after all her accomplishments in life, now these hands need a caregiver. Someone to help her remember to take her medications, making sure she makes it to her next doctor’s appointment, or even reminding her to eat her dinner.

The circle of life isn’t always a pretty sight but it’s always there. Today is National Caregiver Day. Until you have this responsibility, you have no idea how a loving act can be so demanding.

I believe caregivers should be celebrated more than once a year. It takes a special kind of person to take on this roll. They need reminded that they need to take care of themselves first. They need to be healthy in body and spirit to endure the things they face. They need encouragement and a pat on the back for a job well done.


I’m going to age myself several ways today pertaining to the National Boy Scout Day or National Kite Flying Day. Probably going to piss some people off too while I’m at it but I’m old and well, I say just about anything I want.

First of all, how can we still have a National Boy Scout Day when just the other day I heard that it’s no longer Boy Scouts, but just Scouts. The being because now girls can join the ‘Boy Scouts’. I guess I’m old fashion, no wait, no guessing about it. Boys are boys and girls are girls. Only two genders in my book. I find nothing wrong with having two different scout organizations. I don’t care if you choose to admit it or not, there are just some things that men/boys can do easier and better than women/girls. Standards or requirements should not be lowered so one gender can accomplish the requirements.

I totally understand the kite flying day was to celebrate the joys of flying a kite. To watch it sail into the sky, floating on air currents, it makes one joyful. However, I’m going back to my youth, to a very old fashion way of telling someone they are annoying and should go away. We would tell them to “go fly a kite.”

With that in mind, I’d like to tell all the promoters of this movement of girls being boy scouts, to just go fly a kite.

Something’s Happening Here

Yep, it’s National Lame Duck day. Just to educate myself on where this term came from I did a little looking. Here is what I found.

The term “lame duck” originated as a description of stockbrokers in 1700s England who could not pay off their debts. The name later carried over to those in business who, while known to be bankrupt, would continue to do business.

In politics a lame duck is a person currently holding a political office who has either:

  • lost a re-election bid
  • chosen not to seek another term
  • been prevented from running for re-election due to a term limit
  • holds a position that has been eliminated

Prior to the ratification of the 20th Amendment to the United States Constitution, there was for Congress a 13-month delay between election day and the day the newly elected officials took office. In the case of a lame duck, this was a 13 month notice his or her job was terminating crippling their influence. Hence the ‘lame’ or injured duck.

With that in mind, Buffalo Springfield came to mind this morning and I think they had it right, more for today than even back then.

There’s something happening here
What it is ain’t exactly clear
There’s a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware I think it’s time we stop, children, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down There’s battle lines being drawn
Nobody’s right if everybody’s wrong
Young people speaking their minds
Getting so much resistance from behindIt’s time we stop, hey, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going downWhat a field-day for the heat
A thousand people in the street
Singing songs and carrying signs
Mostly say, hooray for our sideIt’s s time we stop, hey, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going downParanoia strikes deep
Into your life it will creep
It starts when you’re always afraid
You step out of line, the man come and take you awayWe better stop, hey, what’s that sound
dy look what’s going down

What’s not to like about this day?

Behold, a National day that in my youth I would have celebrated without any fear. Youth, I miss you. The slimmer body, the smooth skin, the nicely shaped legs, breasts that didn’t visit my stomach when I ditched the bra, shinny, hair and lovely nails. Who wouldn’t celebrate National Shower with a friend day?

Slowly, but surely the signs of aging sneaks up on one and all of a sudden an older version of yourself stairs at you in the mirror. You know it when full length mirrors disappear from your home!

Shower with a friend? I don’t even like showering with myself. A daily reminder that youth has escaped me and the golden years, well as Betty Davis once said, they are not for sissies.

Maybe we no longer share the shower, we do share the bathroom. I’m sure that counts in my age bracket. The best thing about being married to your best friend is that the fun never stops. We may not have the hot, steamy love scenes you see on TV or in the movies, but we still have the snapping each other with a damp towel. Every now and then one of us gets a cold splash of water over the top of shower curtain. And many days one of us greets the other one with a fresh new towel as the other turns off the water. In my opinion, it doesn’t get much better than that.

The ironic part of all of this is that in our youth we could not afford a large walk in shower where two would fit easily and no one had to bet out in the cold. Now, we are fortunate enough to have a lovely walk in shower, not only large enough for both of us but both dogs would fit in there too, our main goal is not to fall and have a bench to sit on so we can wash our feet.

Enjoy your day and your shower.