I do not think that anyone would wish to get deathly ill, but every single person I know who has been so has always said they were actually grateful it happened. I've been that ill twice now (pneumonia with complications) and admit I find it to be true. When every breath was hard to find, couldn't sleep for four days in a row for coughing and terrible pain, all I wanted was just be well enough to take a walk under a canopy of trees, hear the birds sing and the wind blow through the leaves. Now I do that, with such pleasure, just about every day on Cooper's Causeway.
Day before yesterday, it was so beautiful outside. There was a baby bunny nibbling on some grass, too young to be afraid of me; a young snapping turtle laying her eggs ... boy did she look tired! Chipmunks and squirrels are certainly not exotic, but they are part of the magic, too. There is a red wing black bird couple that has taken up residency at the foot bridge that spans the Yahara River. They have their home in the box the city put up. They are always there to say hello. This little toad was so darling it even let me get this close to snap a photo. I took a movie of it hopping away. There was a crane out in the water, but not close enough to get a shot of it. I think my part is having witnessed a huge fish leap out of the green-gray water, gulp something not fast enough to fly away, and fall noisily back into the river.
Back on March 6, I posted a blog, 'A wrinkle in Time,' about how I accidentally had my favorite lucky apron sucked into the lint part of the dryer. Well, I now have my apron back! As my friends (who's pets and home I was minding) are moving out of state, they had a garage sale. This sign, along with my very wrinkled apron, were stuck right on the garage. It's a great keep-sake for me. Having a friend with such a great sense of humor is high on my list of "keepers." They may be moving out of state, but not out my heart. It's also really nice to have an apron that has seen some real traveling!
I've been going into Fosdals Bakery for over 30 years. I often write in there, and I've even written a short story about it. That story, called "The Mirrored Window" actually got me a writing contest prize at UW Platteville and was also my passport into the 'Madison Review' editors class at UW Madison. I've also been lucky enough to get to know all the employees. Not that long ago I was sitting close by the counter where the phone is located. The new girl, Jessy, had just answered the phone. She was the go-between for the customer and the gal, Lisa, who was her trainer. It was easy to realize the customer was asking about what was in the display case by here answers. "Oatmeal, chocolate chip, coconut macaroons," then she stopped and looked at the row of chocolate covered little cakes. You could not tell what was in them because they were covered in chocolate. She looked to the gal who was training her and asked with her eyes, "What are these?" Lisa said “chocolate dipped loaves." So, Jessy gets back to the phone and says matter- of-factly, "Chocolate Dimples". Both Lisa and I just burst out laughing, I'm sure the person on the other end of the phone had no idea what a 'chocolate dimple' was, but from then on there was no mercy for Jessy. Every chance we can, we say it just as 'matter-of -factly' as Jessy did. Both Jessy and Lisa are off to college now, but you can still make everyone who works there chuckle by asking for a Chocolate Dimple.