The birds woke me this morning.
I slept with the windows open and the darn birds outside woke me up. Chirp, chirp, chirp. Then the cat came to see what I was all about and of course once the dogs heard that I was up, I knew it was all over. But I was missing something.
I lay in bed and remembered what I was missing. Jim. Yep, I am missing his grumbling about the noise of the dogs or the noise of the birds or the nudge I was giving him to get up and let the dogs out. Neither of us ever wanted to leave the warm cocoon that was the bed to do this. The system we (I) came up with many many years ago was 'Scissor, Stone, Paper'.
I could beat Jim at this even with my eyes shut.
I am not sure how, but a good 75% of the time I knew what he was going to choose. He hated that I won so much, but he was a good egg and he only yell for a moment and then cry "2 out of 3, come on, 2 out of 3". Then when he lost one or we tied one he would try the "5 out of 7" gambit.
We solved a lot of decisions this way. Times when there was something to do and we both wanted different things, we would look at each other and cry "scissor, stone, paper?" It was not just a way to make a choice, but also a way to diffuse a tense moment. It brought laughter back to us and made whatever the decision seem not so critical. It worked for us.
But back to the dogs.
So we would lay in bed, do the scissor, stone, paper and he would lose. He would get up, shuffle downstairs, grumble to the dogs in a voice loud enough for me to hear and he would let them out. I would hear both him and the dogs out in the yard. Him telling them to "get busy" and them making their doggie noises. He may even growl at the cat saying "and what do you want? no food, not till later, just ignore that I am here".
As I was listened to the birds this morning, I recognized the pocket of emptiness. I realized what I was missing. It was not the sounds of everyday life. It was the sounds of Jim.
Two songs running thru my head this morning - Jim songs of course.
And I am very happy/proud that I figured out how to post them instead of just the link to them.
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Good morning, Betsy. I hear you on the morning sounds and the grumbling and missing Jim.
I had to laugh at your method of resolving disputes as that is how Brien and I *always* solve them! :o)
The songs are lovely, and, I confess, I love John Denver and that song has always been a favorite.
Hugs to you. :o)
I have to laugh - because my most useful decision making tool is "eenie meenie mineee mo"... when it comes down to 2 things and I can decide, I do that, and then one of two things happens. Which ever one is it, I either am happy with which one it was, or I don't like it, and there by I know that I REALLY wanted the other. Does that even make sense??
At any rate.. hugs for you and missing Jim...
Too funny Betsy!! What a simple to way make a decision-and you almost always won! Good girl.
I love John Denver, and that song is so awesome. My hubby had the pleasure of meeting him several times when he flew into Aspen, and Bruce was an air traffic controller there. He said he was a lovely, lovely man.
Hugs to you. And when I am home this weekend I will send you an email with a picture of the "Peace" rosebush I planted in Jim's honor.
Linda
Too funny Betsy!! What a simple to way make a decision-and you almost always won! Good girl.
I love John Denver, and that song is so awesome. My hubby had the pleasure of meeting him several times when he flew into Aspen, and Bruce was an air traffic controller there. He said he was a lovely, lovely man.
Hugs to you. And when I am home this weekend I will send you an email with a picture of the "Peace" rosebush I planted in Jim's honor.
Linda
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