Hello my fellow bloggers. I, in my last post told you I would make an honest to goodness effort to keep this blog active. So here goes, and in that effort I mentioned a couple of little squirrelly fellers named “Dougie and Trouble.” Now Dougie has been around our place for about two years but this summer we noticed a new guy on the block. Not knowing what his name was it soon became apparent to us what it would be and it looked like he would surely be baptized soon. This was back about June when we realized Dougie had been active in our yard again. “Better get out your squirrel food again, Steve,” I said to my husband as he joined me on the front patio with our two cups of coffee. He had helped me get seated with a blanket across my lap in a rocking chair that would allow me about thirty minutes of sitting time before the morning sun came around the trees blinding me, knowing I would have to retire to the house again when it did.
“You think so,” he said smiling.
“Oh you already knew he was here didn’t you,” I laughed. He knew I would be delighted to see Dougie back.
“Yes, but I didn’t want to spoil the surprise once I found out they were really going to let you come home from the hospital this time. I’m so glad to have you back again, by the way.”
“Yes, me too,” I replied as he leaned down to give me a kiss, then pulled his own rocker just a little closer to mine. We spoke in soft quiet voices so we could hear the morning waking up all around us. Then, I saw him. Hop and a Hop, hop, hop, as much up on his toes as he could get. Under the potted Hydrangea that didn’t get in the ground last year and was still waiting. Then quickly out behind the two empty pots I had picked up for some of this years plants. Up the porch rail onto the table. I laughed which sent him quickly back down the table leg. Slowly, he approached, then with about a dozen quick little darts and jumps he was back on the table, the far side of it still, looking at me. Steve laid him down two sunflower seeds in the middle of the table. Dougie came closer but still cautiously. Steve said, ‘You better come get them. Do you hear that?”
“Hear what?” I asked.
“Just wait, you’ll see.” He pushed two more seeds out of his hand onto the table. Dougie came a little closer. All of a sudden I heard a bunch of chattering behind me, saw a swoosh out of my left eye and something was on the table and off again, gone before I could even tell what it was. “Here you go Dougie, here’s you a couple more.” Dougie grabbed his bounty and was off back across the front yard and up his tree.
“What was that?” I asked trying to shield the sun with my arm. Steve got up, helped me up and we headed for the front door. “That my dear, was Trouble.” he said laughingly. Once completely in the house, I stopped him, “Trouble?” Taking my arm and moving forward to the kitchen he repeated himself , “Yep, Trouble. Now let’s get breakfast.”
That began our summer with the two of them. Steve hadn’t really given the second squirrel a name up to that point and hadn’t really meant for it to stick., but as we watched his antics for about a week we decided it was time to “dub” him “Trouble” and so it was and is. So there you have it. My first post about Dougie and Trouble. I’ve done my best trying to remember and to write this, to keep things together, keep me together and now, I’m going to call it an evening. but first, Many of you have read some of my previous posts and are aware of the one posted on my front page entitled, “Waiting.” Up until the middle of this week, well whatever day it was I posted, ” Squirrels Don’t Hibernate,” you were aware that I was still waiting. But the new’s has come. All those months of waiting, of trying to act normal in front of family and friends, of not saying anything, and of knowing otherwise, because you do sometime, you know, yes exactly, “You know”. Trying to say “this will have prepared me, I’ll be ready , when or if I get the news. All the things you tell yourself about how brave you will be, it’s been so many years since I saw him, why, I thought he must have died years ago and who would know., but you would. You are his sister. You were there with him the night your mother was murdered, You were the one that worried the most when too much time had gone by between visits. It was your heart that ached each time “mom” would say something mean about him. You were the one that stood frozen yesterday when you retrieved your cell phone out of your vest pocket and saw the name, ”
Detective Marc” then dropped it while fumbling trying to get it turned on. Finally, you answered, Hello, Marc? Is there? do you?……… Sandy, it’s me…… Detective Marc…………
I have an answer, and yes, I knew, but why do I have to be so right all the time. Why must I be the one who always see’s before anyone else can or knows before anyone else knows. However, I do have one question that I don’t know the answer to…….
what do I do now,…where do I go from here?