Originally I published this blog post about two years ago, I had a broken leg and didn't know it. I just thought I had sprained it. I am "gimpy" once again, so I am re-running it. This little story will leave you in wonder, I still think of what happened often...
My husband is due in tomorrow for leave, and I am "gimpy" right now. I traded in the original knee immobilizer, and it was such an improvement. Now it just goes from above my knee about six inches to about four or five inches above my ankle, but still getting around is so hard. When my husband comes home on leave, I want everything perfect. So I called in my friend Juana, and she came out with her girls to help me. I hate accepting help, but I can get anything in the middle, but nothing low, and nothing high when it comes to housekeeping right now. I get to spend Randy's leave having surgery to repair the injured knee. Sigh... all that said, what I am trying to convey is, I am really busy today, and don't have time for distractions, things have to get done.
About six weeks ago, after a week of rain Austin County desperately needed, I made a professional courtesy. I had been cleaning the back porch when the rain started with lightning and thunder, and I just left the trash can I was using on the porch and went inside. It rained and stormed every day for about a week. When I went back to the task, and started to pick up the trash can, out darted a little bird. In the trash was a beautifully constructed nest. Of course one mother to another we immediately had an understanding, and I just left the porch, trash can and all, exactly as it was and allowed her to finish her project.
Every day Rosie, (as McKenna, my
grand-daughter had dubbed
her, she typically names everything Rosie,) toiled away getting her nest just so-so, and then I didn't see her for a quite awhile as she sat on the nest. I have a large window above my kitchen sink and I can observe my kingdom as I work in my kitchen doing everything from canning, cooking, to the much disdained chore of dish-washing. Rosie and I became pretty good buds.
I admired her work ethic, and she admired mine.
Then I saw her coming and going again, now she was bringing rollie pollies, little worms, and other delicacies. I began hearing little cheeping from her nest. Still I did not venture out to the porch, well actually I thought one time I would sneak out to the nursery and catch some photos, but her protests sent me back to my kitchen.
My husband is due in tomorrow for leave, and I am "gimpy" right now. I traded in the original knee immobilizer, and it was such an improvement. Now it just goes from above my knee about six inches to about four or five inches above my ankle, but still getting around is so hard. When my husband comes home on leave, I want everything perfect. So I called in my friend Juana, and she came out with her girls to help me. I hate accepting help, but I can get anything in the middle, but nothing low, and nothing high when it comes to housekeeping right now. I get to spend Randy's leave having surgery to repair the injured knee. Sigh... all that said, what I am trying to convey is, I am really busy today, and don't have time for distractions, things have to get done.
About six weeks ago, after a week of rain Austin County desperately needed, I made a professional courtesy. I had been cleaning the back porch when the rain started with lightning and thunder, and I just left the trash can I was using on the porch and went inside. It rained and stormed every day for about a week. When I went back to the task, and started to pick up the trash can, out darted a little bird. In the trash was a beautifully constructed nest. Of course one mother to another we immediately had an understanding, and I just left the porch, trash can and all, exactly as it was and allowed her to finish her project.
Every day Rosie, (as McKenna, my
grand-daughter had dubbed
her, she typically names everything Rosie,) toiled away getting her nest just so-so, and then I didn't see her for a quite awhile as she sat on the nest. I have a large window above my kitchen sink and I can observe my kingdom as I work in my kitchen doing everything from canning, cooking, to the much disdained chore of dish-washing. Rosie and I became pretty good buds.
I admired her work ethic, and she admired mine.
Then I saw her coming and going again, now she was bringing rollie pollies, little worms, and other delicacies. I began hearing little cheeping from her nest. Still I did not venture out to the porch, well actually I thought one time I would sneak out to the nursery and catch some photos, but her protests sent me back to my kitchen.





