Everything Will Be Alright

My Dad, back in the 40's

It's funny how sometimes things just seem so out of control. Your emotions become jumbled, an unexpected bill or two suddenly appears, someone special in your life may make a life change that affects you, who know what all, but sometimes it just seems to be a bit overwhelming.

Then all of a sudden, you know that everything will be alright. Whether you just believe that all things happen for a reason, if you think that what will be, will be or maybe you just know that what does happen is for the best in the long run.

Lately I've wondered about my life. A special man came into my life about Christmas time and things had been progressing very nicely. Suddenly out of no where, he is offered a job/promotion that would mean he will have to move out of state. WHAM! It blindsided us both. Add to that both the state and federal government deciding that I owed them taxes (I don't but I'm letting my tax man take care of that) and then getting a bill that I hadn't expected from my snowplow guy for all the additional plows he had to do this year beyond my contract limits. WOW, what the heck is going on.

Then Saturday morning I woke up and felt pretty darn good. The sun was shining, it was warm, got a new battery in the bike so I could go riding and suddenly the world looks like a brighter place. This afternoon I get a surprise phone call from my guy and he comes over to spend part of the afternoon with me and I'm feeling even better.

Tonight I was out mowing the backyard and there I found a turkey feather. Probably doesn't sound like much of an earth shattering thing to you but to me it's always a sign. For years my Dad would collect bird feathers he had found in the yard and stick them in his cap, mostly bluejay feathers. Since he has died (Jan 1999) I have taken to picking up feathers when I see them, not just because they are a beautiful sign of nature but because they remind me of Dad and I can't help by believe he's giving me a sign that everything will be alright. I'm still here watching over you and no matter what, you will be OK. When I saw that turkey feather tonight, I broke out into a huge smile and thought "Thanks Dad, I needed you to remind me that indeed I will be OK no matter what happens".

What did Dickens kill now?

I have a wonderful pet, a cat that I named Dickens because she usually is a Dickens. I adopted her from the SPCA several years ago. She is a pleasure to be around and a wonderful companion. She is an excellent mouser which is fine, but she also is a good birder which does not make me happy. She is incredibly inquisitive when it comes to just about anything that moves including running to my printer to watch anything it happens to spit out at her. I've caught her up in my Christmas tree where at least she didn't do any damage. Below is a picture of her watching the turkeys in the backyard. At least she knew enough not to attack them!

The other day I walked out to the deck to bring in firewood (something I shouldn't be doing at this time of year) and I found a poor little dead chickadee which I knew had been Dicken's latest victim. Today when I walked out I didn't see the little body where I had left it but after picking up a couple pieces of wood to throw on the deck I noticed this little body laying exactly where the Chickadee had been left a few days ago. I think it's a weasel but having never seen one up close I'm not exactly sure. First off it was much smaller then I thought it should be unless baby weasels have already been born. The few weasels and minks I have seen in the past were just darting across the road in front of my car and I'm sure they were bigger then this sad little specimen. The board the critter is laying on is a 2" x 6" so that gives you an idea of it's size.

What a sad saga for a dreary day. My friend Russ is coming over soon and I'm sure he will be able to confirm what this little critter is/was. But then again he is use to stalking much bigger prey then what Dickens does.