A couple of days ago, we were riding our bikes around the neighborhood when we ran into our dear friends Anne and Dale. Actually, we were going to crash their house and invite ourselves in. It was about 6pm, "decktime". Most of the time, folks come to our deck because we have this spectacular unobstructed view of the sunsets, but this time it was time for a change. When Dale saw us, he said, "Come on in. Let's go watch some frogs." Funny. That's about the most exciting thing we do around here. So we poured a little wine, had some brie and went down to their pond to "party down" with the frogs. Ribbit! We have those cute little green tree frogs around here...the ones with the red toes and buggy eyes.
Being with Jerry, I feel I have to be like a frog sometimes. I have to be ready to jump. I have to be ready to catch what he is saying on his first attempt. He really does try to talk now and then and when he does, if I don't hear it...well, it's gone. I can't say, "Huh? What did you say?' because, he won't remember what he said. It doesn't help that I don't have the sharpest hearing in the world, either.
There are times when I want to hide under a pot or a bush like a frog. When I hear Jerry coming, sometimes I hide. I can't believe I just told you that. Remember when you were a young mom and couldn't take a bath without a child coming in the door? Well, that's the way it is. I mean...if I thought Jerry really needed me, I wouldn't hide, of course. But, when he's just coming to look at me and peek through the door, I sometimes want to hide. I suppose I could sit really still and when he reaches out to touch me with his "dead" right arm, I could spring to the other side of the room. I could make it a game. Just kidding!
I'm feeling a little fiesty right now. It's late and we were watching Entrapment with Catherine Zeta Jones. Jerry was actually sleeping on the couch next to me and mumbling that he wanted to go to bed. You know he will NEVER go up to bed unless I go with him. I said, "well, why don't you go ahead and jokingly told him that by the time he gets his jammies on, I'll already be in bed. I had him convinced, so he went on up. I'm still here. I'm so bad!
Have you ever seen one of those tree frogs sucked onto a window? They have little suction cups on their feet and can stick to anything. Sometimes I feel like that too. Like I'm stuck on the inside of the window, looking through and can't get out. Can't believe I said that either. I don't know why that just came to mind. I guess it just sounded like something a psycologist would say to make me express my own "entrapment".
Really, "it's all good." I think I'll stop rambling now before I get in trouble.