I used to sit out on our back porch and watch the hummingbirds and robins come to our bird feeders. I loved to close my eyes and just listen to the songs of those beautiful birds. Or the wind in the cornfield or the occasional car that passed on our dirt road. The last couple of years it has been harder and harder to hear those sweet melodies, so I went to my doctor and he recommended I look into getting my hearing tested. He recommended a good ENT and after going through the hearing test, this doctor recommended hearing aids Stockport. We tried several styles, some bigger and some smaller, but she was really trying to find a set that would be comfortable, and not look like I was wearing them. I have never enjoyed listening to those birds quite as much as I do now.
I generally don’t return the things I buy. Most of the time it’s simply easier to either throw it out, give it away, or sell it on the internet. But this Christmas I received something too valuable to discard and too obscure to sell off: a ceramic owl. Not knowing where it came from or what to do with it, I called around to local antique and collectible shops to no avail. Towards the end I was prepared to give in to my desire to let the owl have an “accident” when I received a call from a store specializing in ceramic figurines. Apparently word had gotten around that I was looking to discreetly return a ceramic owl and his invoice books revealed my aunt had made just such a purchase. Of course he was willing to accept the return without a receipt, so long as I was willing to only recoup half the value. Not bad, all things considered.
Bambi, King and Aristee were barking before I even opened the gate. Goldie and Lukra were swishing around in the water-filled plastic bag the pet store had given me. This was the first time I owned any fish. The tank was set up in the living room already with all of the props inside. When I opened the door, Bambi was the first to run up to me. I told her to go back inside her room. I put Goldie and Lukra in the tank, but I realized there was one thing missing. I needed rock salt for the bottom. How could I forget such a thing?
I put some dry dog food in three bowls and water in another three bowls. I placed all of the bowls along the wall in the dog room and watched them smother the dog bits. Then, I left the house to buy the salt for Goldie and Lukra.
Her skin is starting to prickle with sweat. She looks up and squints, first one eye then the other. The sky is hot and clear. The target is deep in the grassy field. She steps over the pea gravel drive and counts her footsteps: one hundred, one hundred one, one hundred two. When she reaches 150 paces, she nocks the arrow and raises her bow in one motion. She is squinting again, this time with her better eye. All the muscles in her back are tense in the heat. The target is so bright and almost comical in her eye. The arrow flies. She imagines it sizzles a little as it passes through the summer air (but it doesn’t). It makes its clownish “thunk” in the center of the target. Now her little brother is crunching over the drive, rushing toward her. “Next, next, I’m next! Oh, nice shot, also.”