The 15 week long state shut down was down to 2 weeks, then hey we would be free.
Free to wine, dine, travel, dance, barhop, sway to music, visit libraries, gyms, salons, hair and nail updates- life will be cool again.
Yesterday (N3), a neighbor three houses down the street called to say that our birdhouse was almost ready. He had the tall pole, built the house out of water proofed wood, we only needed to get the quick fix cement to set it up in our backyard near the vegetable garden that I had been working on.
So after almost 13 weeks of being under house arrest, we drove over to Walmart for quickdry cement, miracle grow, soil, some spring plants, gleefully enjoying the sun, wind, bright sky and white clouds scattered over it.
Calling N3, we waited for his cheery response. Voicemail- hmm he always picked up the call, never checked voicemail as he was an elderly Vietnam war vet-- what could have happened?
I called his wife, B, she is a lady of few words.
Yes, N3 is in the vets hospital, intubated, he has the thing, he is dying..
What? when? how?-- at a loss for words- she says your birdhouse is done he left it for you at the garage before leaving for the hospital.
He is a memory now.
Sorrow struck right into our hearts.
The noble soul, watched birds all day long, sheltered them, put out water, seeds, repaired the nests, birdcages for the neighborhood.
The shock when the procession of black cars drove by the boulevard made the reality sink in. We could not even see our dear friend.
The day lost its charm, nothing looked bright any more.
He stayed in the basement to avoid transmitting the virus to family, friends.
Depressed, we watched as the family drove over, no coffin, body bag or viewing, just a church memorial today to honor him.
Long live N3, you are the best, enjoy the birds, flowers, and watch over your friends who love you forever.
The deadly virus is still active, so be careful friends!
Free to wine, dine, travel, dance, barhop, sway to music, visit libraries, gyms, salons, hair and nail updates- life will be cool again.
Yesterday (N3), a neighbor three houses down the street called to say that our birdhouse was almost ready. He had the tall pole, built the house out of water proofed wood, we only needed to get the quick fix cement to set it up in our backyard near the vegetable garden that I had been working on.
Calling N3, we waited for his cheery response. Voicemail- hmm he always picked up the call, never checked voicemail as he was an elderly Vietnam war vet-- what could have happened?
I called his wife, B, she is a lady of few words.
Yes, N3 is in the vets hospital, intubated, he has the thing, he is dying..
What? when? how?-- at a loss for words- she says your birdhouse is done he left it for you at the garage before leaving for the hospital.
He is a memory now.
Sorrow struck right into our hearts.
The noble soul, watched birds all day long, sheltered them, put out water, seeds, repaired the nests, birdcages for the neighborhood.
The shock when the procession of black cars drove by the boulevard made the reality sink in. We could not even see our dear friend.
The day lost its charm, nothing looked bright any more.
Depressed, we watched as the family drove over, no coffin, body bag or viewing, just a church memorial today to honor him.
Long live N3, you are the best, enjoy the birds, flowers, and watch over your friends who love you forever.
The deadly virus is still active, so be careful friends!
So sad. Did he have any pre existing health issues? My sympathies to his family.
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