I saw a jackrabbit, long ears and long legs, leisurely making his way down the drive yesterday. Once upon a time there were dozens of bunnies that would meet for coffee klatches in the side yard of a morning, but I've not sighted one in a long, long time.
The bats are back! I saw the first ones flitting around the oaks a night or two ago as I was coming back up at dusk after putting the girls to bed. For once, Google has let me down. I don't know and can't seem to find out where the bats go when they're not here. I just know how happy it makes me to see them.
Sending gifts and cards late is a tradition between my son Pete and me. (I mailed his Christmas cookies last month.) I was a little alarmed yesterday when I saw a small Penske moving truck coming up the drive. Sure the driver had gotten himself lost, I went out to give directions. He was rummaging in the truck and came out with a package addressed only to "Mom." When the Kids were still home, I'd get mail addressed to "The Wild Bunch." I guess my reputation precedes me. Why the FedEx guy was driving a Penske truck...well, only FedEx knows. I've been using a very good wallet that Pete had given me probably 20-plus years ago and it was showing signs of wear. He replaced it with a new, sleek and fashionable model. I got a laugh as I was transferring stuff in the old wallet to the new. I never lie about my age, but weight is a different matter. Thank goodness DMV doesn't have a scale for verification when they ask for weight on a driver's license. For the first time in I don't know when I saw that I am only three pounds over the wishful-thinking number I'd put down way back when. Pete and I talked last evening and we agreed there is something poignant about disposing of a familiar, old, used wallet. It seems so unkind to just pitch it in the trash. Ah, well.
Who knows what I'll see today.