A mob of angry ducks
Wouldn’t that be a great title for a blog?
My brother and I spent the time at mom’s ferrying her around to appointments, grocery stores, phoning banks and brokers to learn the procedures for establishing death, purchasing various technical toys and gadgets, and taking her out into the woods to look at water flowing over dams.
At one lake, there was a sheet of ice covering one end, with a hole in the middle of the icy expanse. The ducks and geese who like to hang out there, eager for handouts from visitors, congregated in the hole and made occasional forays outward when they saw suckers visitors who might throw food stood by the shore. At which point, the ducks would start waddling towards the suckers visitors in a single file line across the ice.
One boy out on the frozen-in dock kept yelling out with wild enjoyment, "Mom! Mom! Look! It’s a mob of angry ducks!"
They weren’t actually angry, nor were they a mob, but they made for great pictures. Unfortunately, all the pictures I took were with mom’s camera, and are now happily ensconced on mom’s (new!) external hard drive, rather than here, so I can’t provide illustrations.
So. I am home.
I have a cold, which my body determinedly held off while we were at mom’s house. I have one of those horrid itchy noses that keeps saying "I’m gonna sneeze! I’m gonna sneeze!" and then, moments later, "Gotcha! Hah! Pwned!", leaving me with sneezus interruptus. The scratchy throat and cough are par for the course, but the I-really-wanna-sneeze feeling is the worst.
When I finally pulled up to the house last night, after an interminable day of traveling, the dotter came barreling out into the garage, clad only in her gymnastics leotard, dancing around, jumping up and down and screaming, "Mommy! Mommy!" When I walked into the garage, she flung herself at me, jumped into my arms, wrapped her legs and arms around me, and said, "I missed you. A lot!" Wow. A person could get used to a greeting like that.
Apparently, while I was gone, she informed OmegaDad that while he was allowed to travel, she didn’t like it, but that Mommy Was Not Allowed To Travel. At all.
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