When I visit with family during holiday over an extended period of time, I find that every day blurs into the next. During breakfast with my Grandma one morning, I asked her, "What day is today?"
|Bald Eagles at the Two Rivers Harbo|
Days and dates lose their meaning. And with our agenda, it was quite a dangerous thing to forget scheduled events. Thankfully, my Dad wouldn't let us forget:)
Everyone needed meeting times and where we'd meet. If I could, I'd let it all happen as it happens, but that's not the way of the world.
|a visit with Grandma|
Each day felt like one long gray overcast extension of the next. Once and awhile, a ray of sunshine pierced the clouds and touched my skin. In that rare moment, I felt like a cat sunning itself in the window.
I could have spent hours in the field just observing the wildlife, but then again, I would have missed seeing my friends. AND I didn't even get to see all of them! While I was home, I found out a classmate passed away and it was sad news. Once again, I am reminded from a person's early passing to live life. Explore now. Discover now. Because there may not come a tomorrow. When my tomorrow comes, I want to be able to say that I truly lived life to the fullest.
I heard more stories of death and gloom. A neighbor's father. Carrie Fisher. Debbie Reynolds. George Michaels. The holidays were rough! I'm so glad that 2016 did not claim Betty White! She is a national treasure!
|female Downy Woodpecker|
Birding, which is the greatest adventure of all, takes me to all places both far and near. When I bird in Wisconsin, it's a different kind of birding. One that blurs the past, present and future into a singular moment. It's not your typical birding, but it does make for a thought provoking experience. Until next time.....
|The cat attacks the tree on her daily morning routine. Several ornaments a day are found rolling around the floor each day.|