This afternoon I returned from a quick trip to Ingles, (I had a hankering for cantaloupe, strawberries, and watermelon), lifted up the hatch on the Kia and loaded up my arms with the grocery bags. From the garage I have a clear view of my vegetable garden. Looking up at me from the potato patch was a doe and her tiny fawn. Her gaze fixed on me and neck so telescoped, the doe became a giraffe. So there I am with my arms full of bulky melon bags not wanting to startle mother and baby and enjoying the stare down. Standing perfectly still for what seemed like an eternity, I decided to shut my eyes in hopes she wouldn't feel threatened if she didn't see the big orbs staring back at her and her baby. Minutes later I sneaked a peek from my left eye but she was still staring at me. This game went on for about five minutes. Now I wanted to see if I could outlast her. Suddenly she seemed to get a whiff of human scent as her nose scanned the air. She signaled her fawn with her white tail and in an instant, both were out of my sight.
Some days are full of doing tasks and chores that Cliff did for me. The floor wasn't that dirty but he enjoyed saying. "Guess I need to pull out the vacuum. I'm tripping over debris." I thanked him. Whenever I was in the kitchen trying out new recipes, making cookies or the double batch tapioca pudding for him, he was there beside (getting in my way sometimes) washing the utensils, pots/pans, cutting boards, drying them and putting everything back in their proper places only to have me take some things back out and reuse again. "I just washed that" he would state. He learned to ask if I were through with things before he cleaned up after me. I thanked him. He emptied the dishwasher when it was finished in such an orderly manner (getting in my way sometimes because I was also in the kitchen working but he wanted to be there with me). I thanked him. Every morning he made my bed reminding me of the order that the pillows needed to be placed. John&
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