I’ve thought in recent years (though before the Covid ones.. and still), “Am I going to regret this headshake?”
It’s a good question to ask one’s self, especially as time wears down.
It’s a hard “No” to more flea-bearing, heart-rendingly vet-vulnerable pets here in my lifetime. I’m okay with the gerbil, the fish, and the odd stinkbug. It’s hard to nap with any of them, but they’re okay with strange one-sided (to my knowledge) conversations.
Son insists (after a few brews) that whereas I’ve ruled out cats, dogs, rabbits or a second gerbil for ANY of us, he’ll be surprising us with a llama one day. I say, “Make that an alpaca, and I’m not sure they’ll let you bring it to my gravesite.”
It’s a softer No when it comes to joining husband on the summer deck located in the heart of hornet-by-day town, mosquito-bat country by night. There’s one sweet spot out there — approximately from 6:30 to 7:30 p.m.
Sometimes a hummingbird will revisit the bee balm, popping up now and then to hairy-eyeball the deck-sitters.
The meowful catbird bathes then for the second or third time, and at least two robins will race each other for the underground tacos they can hear / feel / smell?
If one lingers a bit out there toward realdark, and it’s neither still broiling nor steamy, and one doesn’t look up and can stand 4 mosquito bites in places one doesn’t even have, there will be a yardful of lightning bugs against the backdrop of darkening trees to behold together. Like kids do, except silently.
I’m even all set with whale watch cruises, now, and with canoeing rivers. Real hikes are out of the equation, as is bicycling vehicle-used roads. I won’t regret these No’s.
If not for having to shelter, feed and fox-protect chickens (or peeping ducks ♥️), it’d be a softer no. The folks in the half-million+ dollar condos next to us would likely welcome an alpaca more, considering my preferred peepings one day become quackings. An alpaca needs another alpaca, though..
Beekeeping is out, too, much to husband’s dismay this time. Extremely hard No.
The No’s I’ll regret are those that mean much more to folks. So, although the two kids I was watching yesterday afternoon / evening anticipated nothing much after supper and dessert, I took them to a school playground and later for ice creams.
There was a sweet spot at the playground, too.
Looking forward to tonight’s fireflies.