It's been a quiet day here, although it started a little too early for my liking. I awoke to the sound of the neighbor's dog. I also heard the sound of our garbage can be stealthily opened. Half awake, I muttered to Tim, "I think we might have a bear," but he was already standing at the window saying, "We have a bear." Not being a complete failure at blogging, I jumped up and headed downstairs, to get pictures of the bear. You see, unlike BB or Bill or Linda, I am not a natural born photographer. This means that I do not sleep with my camera. I was hanging out the sliding glass doors taking pictures of this bear who was happily munching watermelon and cantelope remains. He was also crunching on coffee grounds. Fruit and caffeine...hm. Me and that bear? Not so different, I guess. Tim headed out the back door to watch the little fellow, and he gave a short, sharp growl. "Oooh," I thought. "This little whippersnapper is kind of bold..." Then he ambled towards my bird feeders (which are empty this time of year, so as not to attract bears). "Oh, no," I yelled, clapping my hands. "You get away from those right now," and eventually he did, padding over to see the blueberries. Tim went out the door, taking pictures. The bear stood at the end of the deck looking at us curiously. "Go on, now," Tim said, and so the little bear went on.
Because I am a blogger, I immediately came in to put together a post. I've been promising you all bear pictures for ever so long, and finally I had them! And lo, they all turned out like this:
All of 'em. I tweaked around for some time, and was able to get the pictues cleaned up a little, so that you could see them at least a little. But I had a writing check sitting on the table to be deposited on Monday, and I said to Tim, "Know what? I've had it. Really and truly, I'm tired of messing around with this camera. Do you care if I buy a new one with my check?" And he said no, and so I did, this afternoon, after church, and after I mowed the lawn. It's so tiny, a little Kodak. The screen is much bolder, so old people can see their pictures better as they're taking them. I'm quite excited over this, imagining all the wonderful pictures I will take, although I figure that this new camera just about guarantees that we will not have another bear in the yard this season.
But, back to our morning: We tried to go back to sleep, but heck. We were wide awake and finally just got up and started getting ready for church. It's been a long time since I've been to church. At least a month. I lead the sharing of our joys and concerns and since I was up there, I let myself go first. "Gees. I've been away for so long. I've missed you all terribly, and it's a joy to be back." And then Pat stood up. "I'm with Debby. I've been away for a long time..." "Oh no he wasn't," I was quick to say. "He wasn't with me at all." To Pat, I said, "Don't go starting talk like that," and he laughed and made the motions of putting his foot in his mouth, and the church laughed together like people who love each other. Since I've been there last, we have yet another person with cancer. Gees, the church has been hard hit. I keep feeling like I'm supposed to use my own experiences to be a help, but quite honestly have not figured out what I am supposed to be doing. Our new pastor is a fire ball. We're heading into a new chapter I think, and I'm excited about it. The church was pretty full today, and you could feel the enthusiasm.
I left church, and I came home and mowed the lawn, and then bought our new camera, and then came home and weeded a couple flower beds. I'd intended to do some digging up, but could not find the spade. So here I sit.
Heck. Know what? I'm going out to take some pictures with my new camera. Like my church, this blog may be heading into a new chapter too.