Why don’t we do it in the yard?!?!
posted in Alaska, Arizona, OmegaDotter, OmegaGranny, OmegaMom, Photography, Weather |
I spent Thursday driving down to Phoenix and flying from there to Big City, Alaska. A lot of it, I spent just feeling miserable; for some reason, the knowledge that this was the last time I’d be flying to Arizona to see Mom and the last time I’d be flying home from such a visit was just…hard. Oh, we’ll be going back, lots, I know. But it was just so…final.
Then I arrived home and—of course—after weeks of beautiful warm, clear weather in Suburban Alaska, it turned cold, grey, and drizzly. And our furnace was out. And the house was getting cold. And—after days of doing, doing, doing, suddenly I had little to do, and the grey drizzlies outside matched the grey drizzlies inside, and it was A Very Bad Day.
But today dawned bright and sunny, and OmegaDad was working in the yard. I ventured out there pre-shower and pottered around the yard with him, and then noticed a pair of butterflies that were…um…making little baby butterflies together in the bushes near the veggie beds. I didn’t have the camera, and didn’t think it was possible that the S E X would continue, but every time I peered over there, there they were, cavorting shamelessly in the sun.
The dotter called out the window for something: “Mom! MOM!”
I called back, “Yo, OD! Wanna see some butterflies having sex?!”
(Really, I did!)
She was intrigued, but then wanted me to come inside to see something (cat vomit—oh, my life is so glamorous!), and while I was there, I grabbed the camera and OmegaDotter’s arm, hauling both out to the backyard to see the spectacle.
The dotter had, in the meanwhile, located her brand-new good butterfly net, and determined to capture the butterflies, which neither OmegaDad nor I thought very kosher. Y’know, there they were, very involved and all that, it just didn’t seem sporting…
She managed to (gently) get the netting over the butterflies, then scooped them up. And, whaddayaknow, they were still at it. And I had my camera. So I managed to get some smutty butterfly pictures, as seen above and below.
Then we demanded the dotter release the butterflies. This caused some consternation; she wasn’t quite sure how to do it. So I reached into the net, and the next thing I knew, I had a pair of copulating butterflies crawling on my arm. The dotter reached out, and they climbed onto her hand.
Right after that, they flew away.
All the time, I was doing the “Oh, wow, Mom just has to see this!” and the associated “Damn. She can’t. And I can’t tell her.”
So it goes.
So, yeah, I’m back home. We’re going to scatter her ashes in early October, a good time weather-wise; Arizona has suddenly entered the very hot season, and our visit out to the place where we scattered Dad’s ashes was already hot enough that we figured all Mom’s more elderly friends would have severe difficulties if we tried during the summer. I will be contacting friends and family about where and when the event will be…
