March 31, 2007
During my many trips between the house and the garage, I take a moment to sit on the deck and look at the valley. Yes, it is a form of procrastination, but I enjoy it, so up yours.
This afternoon found me sitting on the deck with a beer in hand enjoying the view. Soothing tunes were drifting from the house, compliments of satelite radio. I was one with nature. Then I heard a terrible sound. It was like nothing I had ever heard. Well, not exactly like anything I had ever heard. I looked around, and there were three deer about thirty feet from me. They were munching on grass and playing their part in the peaceful part in my nature experience. Suddenly, one of them had a machine gun rupture out of his behind. He paid no attention to it. Even Soren used to look at his derriere when he let one go. This young buck kept firing away with a passion. I kept waiting for the redwood needles on the tree next to me to wither and die. The other deer never even raised their heads to say, "do you mind?" These are the same deer that look up when the decking creaks as I walk over it.
Twenty minutes later he did it again. My grass apparently has issues.
It reminded me of something that happened with Annie the other night. You know where this is going, right? As usual, I woke up around two in the morning. I was drifting in and out of sleep when I heard this horrible sound. It sounded like a piece of wood splitting under stress. Given the work I was doing in the bedroom, I was immediately awake. No sound followed, although Annie rolled over. My mind raced as to the possibilities. Did something just break in my bedroom? Did the dining room finally sink given the beam that spans too far? Did Tolkien just jump on something? Then a horrible stench drifted across my nose. Oh. My. God. Annie had complained before bed that her stomach wasn't feeling well. I then knew what was wrong. I asked her how she was feeling. No answer. I asked several more times, with my voice escalating in case she was just barely asleep and hurting. No answer. I had to get up and go in the other room for a while.
She had no memory of the event, but felt fine in the morning.
It's completely natural. Nothing to be ashamed of...
This afternoon found me sitting on the deck with a beer in hand enjoying the view. Soothing tunes were drifting from the house, compliments of satelite radio. I was one with nature. Then I heard a terrible sound. It was like nothing I had ever heard. Well, not exactly like anything I had ever heard. I looked around, and there were three deer about thirty feet from me. They were munching on grass and playing their part in the peaceful part in my nature experience. Suddenly, one of them had a machine gun rupture out of his behind. He paid no attention to it. Even Soren used to look at his derriere when he let one go. This young buck kept firing away with a passion. I kept waiting for the redwood needles on the tree next to me to wither and die. The other deer never even raised their heads to say, "do you mind?" These are the same deer that look up when the decking creaks as I walk over it.
Twenty minutes later he did it again. My grass apparently has issues.
It reminded me of something that happened with Annie the other night. You know where this is going, right? As usual, I woke up around two in the morning. I was drifting in and out of sleep when I heard this horrible sound. It sounded like a piece of wood splitting under stress. Given the work I was doing in the bedroom, I was immediately awake. No sound followed, although Annie rolled over. My mind raced as to the possibilities. Did something just break in my bedroom? Did the dining room finally sink given the beam that spans too far? Did Tolkien just jump on something? Then a horrible stench drifted across my nose. Oh. My. God. Annie had complained before bed that her stomach wasn't feeling well. I then knew what was wrong. I asked her how she was feeling. No answer. I asked several more times, with my voice escalating in case she was just barely asleep and hurting. No answer. I had to get up and go in the other room for a while.
She had no memory of the event, but felt fine in the morning.
It's completely natural. Nothing to be ashamed of...