Took a nap today, puttered around the kitchen, walked into the family room at last to see, perched at most 15 feet away, a Cooper’s hawk–I think the female–looking at me in as much astonishment as I was looking at it: I didn’t expect *you* here! It considered my presence a moment and then in no particular hurry spread those beautiful 31″ wings wide, flared her long striped tail in the now-familiar circle, and she was off.
One of the first things Michelle asked when the kids got home last night was whether a certain package had arrived; it had. I picked it up to show her and said to Richard, “Looks familiar, doesn’t it?”
To which my daughter reminded me of a certain earlier Christmas where I’d told her of a favorite yarn, and a familiar-looking package had arrived: I opened it, I pulled out this lovely yarn, I knitted up half a ball’s worth of it and then suddenly realized, wait–I didn’t order this color, did I? (Checking name on box.) Oh my goodness.
And so I’d stuffed it needles and all back in the box, wrapped the box, and threw it under the tree tagged from Michelle to me. There. I wrapped it for you.
Needle deprivation. That’ll teach me.
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Hahahaha… I love it. The Knight tried to insist a Cabellas package was his. Well… sorta’… but see there? That’s my name. It’s your Christmas presents… Hem. He didn’t wrap for me.
Comment by Channon 12.19.11 @ 8:16 amSo—-did you open this one? I would have.
Comment by Sherry in Idaho 12.19.11 @ 8:36 amThere was an item in yesterday’s paper about the Cooper’s hawk. Did you see it?
Now, now! Mustn’t open packages before Christmas! I’m gonna tell Santa.
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