Happy Birthday Brother

My brother had a birthday this week. Happy Birthday Glenn.

My husband had a car accident last week (not his fault). He is finally starting to feel better. The new annoyance is getting calls and letters from ambulance chasers.

We had a water main break near my work which shut us down for half a day on Wednesday. It was nice, we started our day with such leisure.

I think the humidity is around 92% today.

My sister Jeanne was in town last week. Haven't seen her/spoken to her in a year. We were inseparable children. With only 18 months between us we shared friends, clothing, secrets... I never imagined there would come a time where we would go a year without speaking. I try. I sent a Christmas card/gift (no response). I wrote her a letter in January and put my daughter's school pictures in there. We basically keep up with each other through my parents. It was really hard when she first moved away. I missed her so much. It's sad, but I am totally used to her being absent from my life. I have adapted to it. It seems normal. Amazing what 10 years can do. But seeing her brings back so many memories, and some of the pain of being estranged. I really hope my girls will manage to stay close.

It's Friday, the end of a very long work week. I'm hoping to get some extra rest, and to have some fun with the kids. We are planning a nature walk at a nearby park on Sunday. That will be really nice I think.

I don't like that I haven't blogged in weeks. I thought about it a few times but was either too busy or didn't feel I had much to say.

I'm driving this car this week. It's okay, but it isn't a Buick! It's the rental while our other car is having body work done.

Friday in Retrospect

So this past Friday was a cool day. I started my day off by witnessing some carnage in my backyard. A few mourning doves were eating birdseed off the ground as I stood at my kitchen window. Suddenly whoosh, out of nowhere, the cooper's hawk descended upon them. He stood atop the dove that didn't flee in time. The poor bird was twitching and trying to free itself from the grip of the hawk's talons. The hawk kept looking around, his red eyes seemed to look right through me. I thougth that he was aware of my presence and therefore was unsure how to proceed. I wished he would kill the dove already because it's suffering was more than apparent. Finally the movement under his feet stopped. The hawk started to agressively tear out the feathers and litter my garden with them. After several minutes, he took his prey to the top of our swingset. When I returned home from work, I decided he must've finished the plucking and eating from up there. It was awesome and horrifying at the same time.

When I got home from work, my husband told me I had a great mail day. I was happy to learn that I had gotten my Ohio state tax refund, a generous giftcard for a local spa (courtesy of my brother in law) and also the formal pictures we had taken of the kids at ballet. That is probably my best mail day ever.