They Might be Eagles

not a cartoon - buzzard

Last week on the way up the road towards home, I was lost in thought, telling myself for the umpteenth time that everything was fine, and the still unidentified mass in my breast had a logical non-hair losing explanation.

As I came up for crested the hill, I saw what looked like a large bird sitting on the split rail fence that surrounds the paddock of the horse farm on the road that leads to our house.  I got closer and realized there were seven or eight very large chickens. I assumed they were chickens even though I didn’t remember seeing anything at that farm all the other times I’ve driven up this road.

I got closer still and realized they were not chickens at all. Eagles I wondered?  We see a bald eagle around here from time to time. One of them teetered a bit ,and I realized they were buzzards. Their wings were unfurled to the sun, worshiping the light on a glorious summer morning.

I know birds can be omens sometimes – crows always give me the heebee-geebees – and I didn’t think buzzards were good one. And, back-lit as they were, I decided it was a sign of better mental health to pretend they were eagles.  In the end, they turned out to be a good omen  – buzzards or not.

Just the Thing

Thing2 was feeling a little forlorn last night as he realized the end of school is near. Don’t  get the wrong idea.  He’s not into homework or anything, he’s just a textbook extrovert.

He’s also been a little under the weather this week, so when I went in to kiss him goodnight, I decided lie down with him for a snuggle.

Eight is not six, and bedtime snuggles are rare these days.  It is not the drama it was a few years ago, and that’s the way it’s supposed to be.  He sobbed a little as he worried about missing friends or who might move away over the summer, and I held him until he fell asleep.

Eight is not six, but it still seems small.  I tell myself that anyway because this is moving way too fast.

As he nodded off, he mumbled that he was sorry for keeping me.  He was asleep before I could tell him he wasn’t keeping me.  I was trying to keep this moment for as long as possible.

June Give Away

It’s June and and time for the Common Threads give away.  Yours truly is the artist blog-post-apr-1-2015-coat-of-armsdu’month, and this month I am giving away actual threads – a Pocket T-shirt with the coat of arms and Chivalric Code of the Order of the Eternal missing sock.  The Coat of Arms is on the Front and the code is on the Back.  The shirt comes with a certificate conferring the winner as a Knight or Knight-ette of the Order.

Modeling the shirt (printed by Zazzle) is Sir Big-Dad himself, slayer of bills, doer of deeds of daring and kid driving.

You can choose any size, XS-2XL (ladies sizes too, if you fancy yourself a Knight-ette of the Order and have observed the code once or twice in your life). The winner can pick any color as long as it’s white.
giveaway-front giveaway-back

 

The code, for the curious, is as follows:

A Knight of the order shall
Show Courage when Battling Bills or Backed-up Toilets
(even if the knight can’t tell the difference),
Show Honesty always except when Wisdom is wiser
(as when asked if This Outfit Looks Fat),
Show Mercy for those using the bathroom next
(by turning on the fan, Man!),
and
Have Faith that there will be enough
mismatches to make at least one
complete pair of socks.

 

To enter to win, leave a comment on the post my Facebook page and then check out our other members’ pages:

Jon Katz, Maria Wulf, Jane McMillan, and Kim Gifford!