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Cindi    Posted 06-04-2004 at 05:40:29       [Reply]  [No Email]
The cows let Fred walk among them last night when we fed, but wouldn't let him touch them. He reached for the brown one, but she made a U out of her back and scooted under his hand before he could make contact. He just smiled at me like the rejection didn't matter one bit. Everyday there is progress. He knows that.

Jennifer Lopez got up yesterday. All four of her piglets are still alive, but she still has a date with the butcher. Two years and eight piglets does not a productive sow make. Fred and I talked about that, and he had to get mad to get his mind around the fact that she had to go. He gets attached.

The pups came out from under the house. I knew they would eventually, but who knew they'd come out with such...enthusiasm. We were sitting on the porch after feeding yesterday evening. There's a hole in the underpinning right by the front door that I blocked up with a hunk of plywoood. All the sudden they all went to scratching on that plywood and barking. I removed the plywood of course. Out they came one by one, blinking, stretching, yawning little cavernous pink-tongued yawns. We called to them.

"Come on babies."

Elvis came running over and startled them, and Fred fussed at him.

"You're not a baby!" He scolded.

He hung his head and his tail stopped wagging, and I gave Fred a look.

"You'll always be my baby." I reassured Elvis, and his tail picked up where it left off.

The first out was the little girl. Her eyes were open and well focused. I reached down to pet her and she made a U out of her back and scooted out from under my hand, leaving it hanging there, useless. I smiled at Fred, letting him know that that rejection also didn't matter, as she just didn't how who I was yet. She proceeded to wreak havoc on my shoelaces. She had no idea I was attached to them, I don't think. Jill went to talking to her in her sweet, mother-to-be-one-day voice and my heart got all fluttery. One day she'll speak to her own little one that way, and it's not that far off.

All five puppies ventured out onto the porch, and almost as quickly, went back under the house. I think all the excitement was just too much for them. That few minutes was enough of a glimpse of the huge world filled with light that was just beyond a piece of tattered plywood.

Sugar, their mama, was on the porch with us and she sighed. From way down deep. I guess she knew they would come out eventually, too. She also knows someday she'll have to let them go, and it's not that far off.

We went to bed, Fred and I, and the house went quiet around us, while the world slept and renewed itself.


My big red 'replacement' rooster found the back porch at the crack of dawn this morning. Just like Big Red used to do. He's out there now on the washer crowing his head off. How did he know that that was the one place that he could go so that I could sit there quietly and enjoy him? The little game rooster is somewhere out in the south pasture answering him back.

Jill has taken to getting up at six a.m. so she can talk to her boyfriend on the radio on his way to work. She's out there now, on the front porch, murmering to him in the same voice she used on the puppy. Commiserating about early hours and long drives into the sunrise and how they're better with someone to talk to, and "I love you too, honey". When did she grow up? I know one day I'll have to let her go. Did I say that it was not that far off?

One day she'll be standing at the altar promising herself to that boy. She's a good girl. She'll say it and mean it. Then she'll go with him, leaving us behind, paper-thin and empty like two old cocoons. If Jake's not already gone by then, he won't be far behind her. Then it will be Jenny.

By then the pups will be grown, their puppies making someone else grin in the evening hours as they frolick and play. The cows will have their calves and their calves will have calves, and the big red rooster will be replaced by another and then another red rooster as life changes and shifts and adjusts itself on into eternity. My sincere hope is that I will be here to see at least most of it.

I called Fred on the radio this morning while he was on his way to work, and we commiserated about early morning drives into the sunrise and how it was better when you have someone to share it with, and told him that I loved him.




~Lenore    Posted 06-04-2004 at 09:22:36       [Reply]  [No Email]
Cindi, I always enjoy your family adventures.
I like your style and way of presenting them.
Even if I dont comment on each one, I always enjoy them. Keep them coming.


Cindi    Posted 06-04-2004 at 11:27:58       [Reply]  [No Email]
You betcha Lenore. I sure will.


Patria    Posted 06-04-2004 at 08:59:54       [Reply]  [No Email]
Thanks again Cindi, for another heartwarming story...it gets me in a deep and profound kind of thought mode. [oh but with some luck, I'll shake it off real quick!!] LOL!

Its always great to see you.
Take Care
Patria


Cindi    Posted 06-04-2004 at 09:16:53       [Reply]  [No Email]
Patria honey, I can almost bet money on which of my posts are going to get a reply from you. You make me smile. Good to see you too.


Texas    Posted 06-04-2004 at 07:24:42       [Reply]  [No Email]
Thanks! I do so enjoy your posts :)


Chas in Me    Posted 06-04-2004 at 07:06:08       [Reply]  [No Email]
Cindi,
You can paint pictures with words. You have a great talent for telling stories and describing the world around you.
Thank you for this post.
Charles


DD    Posted 06-04-2004 at 07:28:47       [Reply]  [No Email]
Ditto that from me too Cindi : )


Cindi    Posted 06-04-2004 at 09:18:14       [Reply]  [No Email]
Texas, Chas, DD, thank you very kindly (smile)


dale anne    Posted 06-04-2004 at 05:56:20       [Reply]  [No Email]
I am almost an empty nester myself..know ya thoughts and pains....but look at the bright side...will have more time to sit on the porch and take time to be with hubby..look around and see how productive y'all have been and rejoice in the fact that y'all raised good children that are now productive in the world and starting out with the knowledge that they learned from all the work,leaps and bounds,hardships,and memories that they will take with them and have learned from mom and dad...and each and every lil or huge accomplishment that they make ya can take great pride in knowing that you raised these wonderful tots to the men and woman they are today.....oh and y the way bout them hogs....i had to slaughter my own cause Michael couldnt do it...he hated them hogs but just didnt have the heart to kill them...so i know how ya feel....i said to Michael...would ya rather spend the money to keep feeding these hogs and take away from the family or would ya rather me slaughter these hogs and provide the family....in the end he handed me the gun and went to tending other chores....he loves the sausage and chops and has never refused to slaughter an animal again......goodluck...dale anne


Fern(Mi)    Posted 06-04-2004 at 05:53:58       [Reply]  [No Email]
Seven children born to us within ten years was enough. twentymore to raise them. getting used to the empty space they left in the family took awile for each one of them.
Easiest way to get rid of a kid is to suggest they give their mother some money for board out of the second job. They'll move first regardless the evevtual cost rather than think they might have to pay back their exsistance to mom and pop.
Got to laugh my sides till they hurt over their thinking. But going, I remeber them when and feel proud I had done my best to prepare them. And, we are all alright.
One benifit to the return of an empty house. An uninterupted conversation with a spouse. Priceless!
Fernan


Cindi    Posted 06-04-2004 at 09:21:57       [Reply]  [No Email]
Dale Ann and Fern, tomorrow I'll be in here complaining to the heavens that these kids are NEVER gonna leave! That they'll be here until I croak, and then they'll just shove my lifeless body under the rug and eat all the cake. Lol!

Today I just got to feeling my mortal side I guess. It does seem though, that life is rushing by, and by the way, what the he11 happened to May? It's gone already and I think I might have missed it. :o


dale anne    Posted 06-04-2004 at 06:11:35       [Reply]  [No Email]
uninterupted bedroom time....even more pricless...lol....no more knocking at the door and asking.....y'all know where i left my cell phone charger...or.....can i come in bought me a new shirt i wanna show ya'll...gotit at a good price...ummm dale anne thinking ya can fix it only paid $5.00 but it's small in the shoulders lol.....swear this really was asked of me!...yep i can fix that...give me the shirt and pick out one of yer dads to keep lol...i got me a brand new shirt...dale anne


Dad's!!!!! egads...    Posted 06-04-2004 at 07:41:09       [Reply]  [No Email]
...how many times my clothes went to school without me. Times I thought I slept on or in them to save modesty.
Fern(Mi)


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