If I am going to be a blogger and maybe offer advice from time to time based on the fact that I have been here longer than you or relay a tale or experience you have not heard before, you should know a little about who is blogging at your door. I have shared the air we breathe for 81 years and have gone from flying an airplane to being confined to a wheelchair and Scooter, and from being married for nearly 60 years to being a widower. Hey, I could feel sorry for myself if I so desired but at this very moment I am sitting on my patio, at my apartment in Joppatowne, watching an Osprey dive on a fish and come up with a struggling White Perch clutched in his talons.
Yesterday I sat here and watched a fisherman who looked older than me (all of us older people think like that), and much to his delight, I saw him catch a very large catfish. Tomorrow, maybe I will see the two chipmunks, who for the summer, live under the air conditioning unit next door and visit the patio on a regular basis. The day after that I could catch sight of Momma Mallard and her twelve ducklings trailing in a straight line behind her looking for tid-bits on the glassy surface of the canal.
I am sure you have heard that old aphorism “When one door closes another opens” At this time in my journey, I am beginning to believe it is more true than not. Life for me after December 22 did sort of a 180. I knew there was that other door waiting to be opened but I just had not found the key yet.
A new friend and a chance conversation unlocked that door and I found another way to contribute my time. We all know that time is the thief of life and maybe, on occasion, I can steal into your life and offer you a smile or a comment on something I have observed from my perch on the patio.
One evening, not too long ago, I was trying to get photos of a Great Blue Heron that was standing on his stilty legs down the bank from my patio. Suddenly, I looked up to see the western sky over Rumsey Island on fire with what I suppose is Gods version of spectacular. I snapped a few shots, trusting that one of them might convey the feeling that I got when I first saw it. It changed rapidly and in a few short minutes, it went from a mind-blowing red to dull gray and then eventually to an ominous black .
Again, time had taken something from us that will never again be seen exactly as it was observed by those who were there, but it will give us other sights to see that may lift our hearts.
“Life is just a bowl of cherrys”
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