I’m becoming the neighborhood crazy lady who goes outside in her pajamas every morning to chat up the wildlife. We have a pair of woodpeckers that I have to keep chasing off of the house, a bunch of comical squirrels, so many other birds (robins, mourning doves, carolina wrens, catbirds, grackles, blue jays – and those are just the ones I can recognize!), chipmunks, a family of groundhogs living in a labyrinth under my garage, and a rabbit family that I am particularly fond of.
“Hello, bunny!” I say to one or the other of them, whenever I find them nibbling on the weeds that grow up in the cracks between our walkway pavers. They have yet to respond, but they are also not running away, and that in itself is a kind of acknowledgement of our relationship.
On Friday, I had an opportunity to spend the afternoon at a botanical garden with my sister and my mother. I’d already said no to a chance to go strawberry picking with my sister-in-law and nieces earlier in the week, and I was regretting it. I know that I am lucky to still be gainfully employed right now, but this Day Job stuff really gets in the way of Summer fun.
One thing the Day Job has going for it, though, is the flexibility to put in some Saturday hours and make up for any time off. So, I re-arranged my work hours, and spent my Friday afternoon among the flowers. It meant I had to spend my Saturday morning sitting at my desk, but it was worth it.