The measure of my life is different here in Glouster, Ohio. The big happenings in my life today included making lunch for grandpa, answering several emails and having a call with my boss, and a trip to the church to pull together a food box for the hungry family of 5 that made a special request for today.
It’s the little things that take on importance. One particularly over-achieving squirrel has learned how to move from the roof to the squirrel-proof feeder and net some seeds…I frightened him off of the feeder three times today so far. The downy woodpecker who decided to supplement his diet of tree grubs with some sunflower seeds. Checking the rain gauge to validate how much precipitation we had over the weekend (1″ of rain, 1″ of snow).
I got to add artichokes to the pasta I prepared for our lunch, because grandpa will eat them although Per will not. Canned mushrooms are not as good as fresh ones. We opened a bottle of wine with lunch and drank 2/3 of it — it’s vacation and why not? I will not whine about drinking wine with lunch…I felt like a 50’s mogul drinking my lunchtime wine.
The trip to the Church (specifically, the food pantry which is attached to the church) was uneventful, except for the dead body. The local funeral home is next door, and they were loading a body (sans casket or cover) into the back of an SUV from a gurney. Grandpa says they were probably going to the crematorium that’s 30 miles away.
Supposedly going to the crematorium.
My mind, with time to wander, creates tons of innocent and not so innocent tales about what happened to that poor soul who ended up in the back of the SUV.