Monday News

Not much is going on today beyond orchestra practice tonight. Frank had to work all day again today; and by all day I mean at the crack of dawn and way into the night. I’ll just amuse myself and get chores done, and maybe practice for a while. It’s beautiful outside, but I’m not allowed to go out after the bear incident. Frank said he’d much rather have me alive than dead, and he’s got a point. Still, it was fun to sit outside and let the bears and other creatures come right up to you. I even saw a doe and her fawn once…right in the woods of our backyard. We have great, big windows in the living room, so I can see all sorts of creatures in the woods, and the birds and fish in the two lakes. Once I learn how to use Frank’s camera, I’ll have to take pictures of everything. That and buy a shotgun for all the snakes. Frank is anticipating the day that he gets home and meets either a bear or snake coming up the long drive. So I wait for him every night and make sure he gets inside in one piece. It’s a beautifully wild place. Just like me, I guess. Wild.

Speaking of me being wild, the other day Frank and I were talking about the age difference between us. He has aches and pains from time to time that I won’t have for a few years yet. So I was asking him if he was sorry for marrying someone who is always full of wild, energetic energy, and he said he wasn’t. I’ve calmed down a lot with him…I don’t do crazy and stupid things as much as I did before. For those of you who have known me for years, I have been made famous by all my bike accidents. The scars on my knees are testimony to the fact that I was always a wild child. My parent’s solution to that was simply make no bikes available. But here we have several bikes, and next week, I’m going to give them a go. I told Frank not to mention the words “racing”, “faster”, or “speed” because I’ll be sure to give him a heart attack when I zip down the road and flip my bike around like a maniac. He doesn’t approve of some of my wild stunts, and says I’m not to try to do anything life threatening while he’s gone. But I’ve calmed down a lot, and try to do my best to squelch the wildness.

I’ve been in private planes before, and they are so great fun to ride and fly. But my dear husband says that he would be afraid to try! He said he’s afraid of heights, and that amused me to no end, as one might possibly imagine coming from me. I have seen several planes flying over the lakes on both sides of the house, and most have been Cessna’s. I did see a Moony Bravo, and a jet, but the jet was too high for me to see what kind it was exactly. Maybe someday I’ll be able to fly again.