This winter several wild animals started using our garage as a restaurant and a hotel. The birds use it for a toilet. We spotted a huge calico cat, who wanders in and out of our garage as she pleases as long as our dog Sabella is in the house, which is most of the time. She no longer considers herself to be a German Shepherd. She is part of our family who is not allowed to eat at the table, or be counted as a tax deduction.
However, Sabella is the reason we need the live trap. She hates cats and possums, we have to rid the garage of them before Sabella kills them. All winter we tried to catch the cat before she has kittens in our garage. I love cats and I have been through this before. It is not pretty. With this thought in mind, we decided to get a live trap and catch the unwanted company. We would take the captive miles away from our home. The possum could go free. The cat goes to an animal shelter. That is win-win for everyone except Sabella, who has no say in the matter.
Several times a month, I take a bag and pick up bones scattered around the yard. In the mix are deer bones and God knows what else. Sabella in her ramblings and guard duties finds the deer bone yard and brings it back, one piece at a time, to munch on through out the winter. Yesterday I threw away a deer jaw bone and a set of teeth. I doubt if I would ever find this story in, "Tales of the Rich and Famous".
When I fed Sabella yesterday, sure enough there was a possum in the live trap. Finally!! I hurry back in the house to tell Tommy what had happened. In a mad dash, we get ready. We put the possum in the back of the truck and off we go to liberate our captive who hates our guts. The sounds and looks that possum gave us were mean and nasty.
As we are driving along the back roads, I noticed all the planes that were in the air. They crisscrossed the heavens in every direction. 'Something Shiny' moved in to take up residence in my mind's eye. For a little while, as we drove the possum was gone and the trails airplane's left were on my mind. I wondered where the destinations would be for the passengers. I hoped they arrived safely. It was a beautiful day to drive the back roads and get lost in thought. I did that very thing, with a possum in tow.
Eventually we reach our destination and let the possum go. He was out of that cage and gone before I uttered the words, "Crap he stinks!!!" He didn't even look to the left to see the water. I am sure he will find it later.
With that done, we decide to cash in my lottery ticket. I won a $100 on Valentine's Day. That was pure bliss and also half of my futon that finally arrived at the right store. It doesn't take much to make me happy! It was a good day. Sort of a mix bag of oats kind of day. Nothing really blended in, we went from one thing to the other and then found our way back home. The possum was gone, and so was the hundred dollars. It was a good day in my corner of the world.
As for Sabella well, she is back on duty. I haven't seen the calico cat but a beautiful gray and white cat sauntered down our driveway as Sabella was eating. The cat saw Sabella and turned to slip down the right side of the garage and made a run for freedom. Sabella continued to eat and never knew anything was going on. That's my girl!
Last Sunday was Super Bowl Sunday. Tommy and I decided we would watch the game, eat pizza and celebrate the day along with over 140 million other people, give or take a few million.
I am a Bronco's and a Chief's fan. Tommy likes Tampa Bay and Green Bay so we really didn't have a team in this game. I had watched the Falcons play in the playoffs and I was pretty sure they would beat the Patriots. They were fast and hungry for the win. The Patriots had won four Super Bowl games and I thought it was time for some new blood in the trophy room. We picked our teams, just like we pick our horses in the Kentucky Derby, and we were ready for the game to begin. I picked Atlanta and Tommy went with the Patriots. The popcorn was dished up and we were ready to be entertained. The pizza and beer was waiting in the kitchen.
From the first kick off, the Falcons were playing their A-Game. Tom Brady was sacked three times. I almost switched teams because I hated to see Brady get pounded. Everything went wrong. If he threw long, it was intercepted. He was completely taken out of his game. Tommy and I could not believe what we were watching. Then came half time. The Falcon's led 21-3. We were speechless. Lady Gaga's performance was great. The crowd roared in appreciation. We liked most of the new commercials. In fact, we were enjoying ourselves. We were reliving the first half and second guessing all the bad and good plays.
About this time my new knees started in on what I call the "walkies". Starting between 6:30 and 8:30 p.m. my knees are ready to go to bed. They can not be still. They need to walk, stretch and lay down. Once in bed, it takes thirty minutes for them to find a place that does not ache. It does not matter what the rest of my body wants to do. For the time being these two are calling the shots. I have started taking a sleeping pill as soon as the 'walkies' show up. About thirty minutes after
I take the pill I am ready to go to bed. I took it as the third quarter started.
The Falcon's were 28-3 with under three minutes left in the third quarter. My eye lids got heavy. I decided to go to bed. After all who comes back to win a Super Bowl game when they are down by 21 points going into the fourth quarter? As far as I was concerned the sleeping pill won and so did the Falcons and we went to bed.
The next morning I made coffee and turned on the news to see the final score. Imagine my surprise when I find out the final score was 34-28 and the Patriots had won!!! I was beside myself with flabbergasted unbelief. I yelled for Tommy. He was as surprised as I was. His team won!!
Without a doubt we missed the best fourth quarter in the the history of football. Oh we watched it as it was replayed over and over the next day. But nothing takes the place of seeing it as history is being made. The Patriot's won and it was amazing. Tom Brady marched through Atalanta much like Sherman did 152 years ago when he made his march through Atlanta. He was on fire and Brady lit that stadium up!! While I slept thinking Atlanta had won. Hmmmm.....
