Heaven Sent

One month ago today, my sweet Daddy went to live in heaven.  Of course he timed it with the full moon, because sure enough he was out on Saturday night.  Sister Bee called me and said have you seen Papa’s Moon?  I ran outside.  It was so beautiful.

As I reflect on the two weeks leading up to his journey, it all played out the way it was supposed to.  He was surrounded by countless friends who came to say their goodbyes.  All our family was here, even baby Bryan, my 30-something nephew in the Navy, was able to be with him until Daddy’s last breath.  Daddy even got to have his last “lodge” meeting a few days before he closed his eyes into deep slumber.

Always the prankster, one of his friends, I think his name is Big John, put a plastic bug in Daddy’s bed.  It about scared the bajesus out of me — thinking what kind of establishment is this that has giant bugs in patient beds, until I realized what it was.  So, even in death, Daddy made things funny for us.

Two lasting images I have, are my precious mother giving Daddy his last kiss goodbye.  Devoted to each other.  You didn’t say Ray without saying Earnie too.  Forrest Gump would say “they were like peas and carrots.”

The other classic image is Daddy and his cell phone.  His phone was his lifeline to the outside world.  Somehow, we don’t know how, while he was in ICU, he managed to get a nurse to let him use her cell phone.  We had told him no phones were allowed in patient rooms — a white lie, but we thought it was a good one.  Anyway, he called Earnie late one night to talk to her.  Like a mother of a teenager I got on the extension and told Ray under no uncertain terms to hang up.  He was not allowed to be calling Earnie, they both needed their rest.  Daddy has no memory of that night.

So, as his days on earth came to an end, we placed that old cell phone in his hand.  We laughed we should pen a country song titled…”waitin’ on a call from Jesus”.  It was a lovely site — his phone, the cross on his chest and his talking watch on his wrist.  Jesus did call Ray…and they’ve been together ever since.  I look forward to hearing Daddy’s “reeport” at the next full moon.

 

If I could go back….

I’d live in the 60s.  I love to watch movies from that era.  The clothing and the homes.  There was a formality of that time, dressing for dinner, cocktails before dinner, after dinner drinks.  It’s funny how in fashion, architecture and home decor these days — the 60s is what everyone is after.  I liked the 60s before it was cool.

One of my favorite movies is the orignial version of the Parent Trap with Hayley Mills, Maureen O’Hara, and Brian Keith.

I found the funnest website the other day Hooked on Houses.  They had photos of the set design from the movie.

This is what the typical lunch looks like in Boston.
Note:  Father reading the paper in the background.  All
Disney movies show the dad reading the paper while the women work.
Nice to know things haven’t changed..
Look at this bathroom.  Now, some people might think
gut job, but it looks like something out of modern home magazine.
I know I have the same Calphalon she is cooking with (note the peasant blouse)
except mine is blue.  Look at the state of the art ovens behind her.  I think
I have the same turquoise vase.
Cookies and milk with the nanny.  I always wanted
a blue phone…and an easy bake oven.
And finally, just relaxing in my ballet flats
listening to my HiFi.  Instead of humming “Let’s Get Together”
I was singing “Copacabana” into my hairbrush.  I have those lamps in white.

The many faces of Hobbes

When I survey my backyard, it’s like Lion Country Safari.  Cats galore.  My backyard is a cat’s Wally World.  A fountain with fresh running water, and because Earnie loves birds, about 20 bird feeders.  We’ve got your finch feeders, your cardinal feeders, your ghords for nesting, your lint holder for making that nest, hummingbird feeders, and I could go on.  It would look like Garden Ridge if I didn’t say no to Earnie every once in a while.  We also have very soft furniture on our covered porch perfect for the 18 hours cats nap.

I spied my favorite feline, Hobbes, the other day loving life.  If there ever was a cat that was grateful to have a home it’s Hobbes.  He’s always fit in, even before we invited him to live inside the house.  When Ruthie, the weinerful, would go outside, Hobbes would greet her and lay down next to her in the sunshine.  He’s very snuggly and loves to purr.  A true testimate to all things Great and Small.

Our neighbors, the Paysons, actually were the first family to take care of Hobbes.  They were grooming him to be the neighbordhood ratter.  They even took him to get vaccinated and “tutored”.  I thwarted their plan when I started letting him in the house.  He told the Paysons…”why would I want to hunt for stinky rats when I’ve got canned frisky’s from the lady next door?”

He has a pretty great routine down…here’s his daily journal entries:

6 a.m.   Eat breakfast, sip some water, lay around watching everyone get ready for school and work.  Occasionally pounce on top of Wilson.

7:30 a.m.  Sit by the door to be let outside.

7:31 a.m.  Go next door to get breakfast from the Paysons.  Be sure to look pitiful like I haven’t been fed in several days.

7:40-10 a.m. Say hi to Cameron and Mitchell, the two stray toms, who have taken up residence on the back porch.  Watch the occasional bird that hasn’t received the memo that cats will eat them if they visit the birdfeeder.

10:00 a.m.  Sun is usually shining on the backporch, perfect time to stretch out for a morning nap on the outside couch.

11:00 a.m.  Yawn

11:40 a.m.  Play with rat I found, flip it into the air to get Earnie to notice me.  Earnie comes outside, picks up rat, puts into a ziplock bag, and leaves on kitchen counter to show Mr. Bee.

11:41 a.m.  Wait and watch through the window for Mr. Bee’s reaction when he sees my bounty on the counter.

11:53 a.m.  Mr. Bee finds rat in ziplock bag.

11:54 a.m.  Calls Mrs. Bee.

11:55 a.m.  Resume nap.

1 p.m.  Wake up.  Get a drink from the fountain.  Stand by the backdoor.  Earnie lets me in the house.

1:05 p.m.  Eat

1:10 p.m.  Take a nap in the chair in the living room

3:00 p.m.  Mrs. Bee comes home from work, greet her at the backdoor, say hi then go back outside.

3-5 p.m.  Sit under bench in backyard.  Still watching for birds that haven’t got the clue about the four cats living in the backyard.

5:01 p.m.  Go back inside the house.  Mrs. Bee is cooking dinner.  Sit on chair and watch her lovingly.

6 p.m.   Go back outside until dark.  Might find a few more rats for the ziplock collection.

8 p.m.  Go inside to listen to Little Miss Bee practice the piano.

9 p.m.  Lay on bed with Mrs. Bee until she goes to sleep.

10 p.m.  Go to sleep in my bed that Mrs. Bee made for me outside her door (because she thought me sleeping on the carpet might be uncomfortable).

Note:  Humans asleep from 10 p.m. – 6 a.m. so they have no idea what I do during this time.  It’s best to keep it that way.

6 a.m.  Start agenda all over again