Felicity and Freaks
There's so much damn love around here.
I haven’t updated much with regard to my beloved, Finn.
Lately I’ve just been loving on him (and him on me) for all the reasons and life is especially harmonious. There are some things that he does that I just, cannot— in so many ways. In no special order, here are some highlights.
I said I would like to share our soon-to-spoil uneaten CSA produce with the crows. He built a platform out of scrap wood 10 minutes later. He didn’t blink when I asked him to re-drive the post three feet from where he first drove it into the ground. He mounted the platform on the post, and voila— I have another bird-watching spot, right at the edge of the meadow. The hummingbirds have been practically swarming the trumpet vines outside the kitchen, and I’ve watched a family of eastern bluebirds fledge at the fence line. The fledglings are just as pretty as the adults.
He accidentally composted the bed of poison ivy.
I cleaned out the horse stall in the barn. (Because there was a dumpster on the property after his new roof was installed. The nice Amish contractor said we could fill it up the rest of the way, so I threw away junk without ulterior motive.) It was hot that day, so I was leaning on the barn door, catching the crosswind and feeling sturdy, staring at the now-empty stall. He came through with the wheelbarrow. “You’re thinking about putting a wee pony up in there.” I was almost ashamed at how on target he was with that remark. I’d been daydreaming hard about keeping a horse! In theory I would LOVE a wee pony, or an old nag, or even a jackass up in that stall. I don’t want the work that goes with it though.
Recently we went to Deutschland to visit Opie and other European destinations. Finn has traveled extensively for work, so he is not an anxious traveler. However, every time we went into a building, (a museum, cathedral, castle, or what have you) if it was available, he would snap a photo of the fire plan map. Just in case, you know. By the time I captured a pic of him doing this, we’d been around Paris some, and we were at Notre Dame. The cathedral. The one that caught fire in 2019. Just in case, you know, it caught fire again.
Finn’s hashtag affectation: blessed. At first I kinda was annoyed but it’s gotten hilarious. Taco night? Smiling: “Hashtag blessed.” Woke up with tummy trouble? Mumbled, “Hashtag blessed.” Daughter needs a thousand bucks? Through gritted teeth: “Hashtag blessed.” It’s all about the delivery.
Poor Roo has a new diagnosis of epilepsy and has started medication. Finn was home during the last seizure and was an amazing assistant. Finn is the embodiment of the “save the cat” trope, except this time it was the dog. (No more seizures since the meds started and I hope it stays that way. Hashtag, well, you know.)
Finally, since I printed one of my novels through KDP, he is reading it at work on breaks and telling all his coworkers about it. I can’t count the number of times he said he is proud of me and he initiates conversation about the book all the time. Of course the man is biased, but I would know if he was being dishonest about enjoying it and he wouldn’t say that the world should read it unless he really thought so.
Well— thanks all for hanging around. You’ll be seeing more of me this month for sure.
I'm so happy to read this. I didn't ask about Finn because it's been so long since you've posted and I was afraid it might have been over and I'm rooting for youse.