Kyle and his wife and small children were here visiting today from the Boston area. His is still one of my favorite stories ever. We caught up a bit, and I got his tired new babe-in-arms to grin and play peek a boo and to start to giggle. Success! It was so good to see them.
A total non sequitor, but, I haven’t seen a possum in our yard since we cut down our date palm years ago. Brought back memories. But there was one on the back patio tonight and it ambled away at the sight of me, sniffing at the birdseed can and then hunkering in a corner behind the earthquake-supplies larger trashcan; I called out to Michelle. Hey! You want to see a possum?!
She came, but in the dark it was hard to tell where it had gone off to. I went out there in my stocking feet (not handknit), thinking one should only be so stupid about this (have you seen the teeth on those things?), camera in hand, and hoped the flash would find it for her and me both. Flash flash flash. Or if nothing else it would discourage it from staying.
Next time. And surely there will be one.
Meantime, I pulled up the tight-fitting handle over the lid on the birdseed to lock it shut for the first time in a long time.