Georgie met the perfect man.
Well, of course, he couldn’t be perfect. He was a man: stubborn, moody at times, and he insisted on balancing his checkbook on Friday evenings.
But still. Travis was kind, thoughtful, nice-looking, and for some reason, he almost automatically fell in love with Georgie.
So it only took three weeks, instead of her usual two months, to consider sleeping with him. But Travis gave her a strange warning: “I’ve been told I make funny noises when I sleep.”
We are quite inconvenienced by a bird.
And we’re learning to let her have her way with us. Continue reading
Ohmygodohmygodohmygod. Can it be? It can’t be. (Click title for first part, Trapped…?)
I release the hook to the trap door and let it slam hard on the fingers of the person who’d been knocking below my feet on the secret door.
“Ow!” the deep voice growled. “Karen, open the door!” Continue reading
For days I’d heard the soft knocking that I couldn’t place. Had Rocky returned? Last year I named the large woodpecker that pecked on my living room window, “Rocky.” I finally googled what to do about birds who nearly kill themselves knocking on windows, and I closed the curtain for two months until the light changed the reflection. I haven’t seen Rocky since.
But still. Knock Knock. Knock. A light tapping.
Who turns on their alarm during vacation? That was my cranky question as my guy began to set his phone alarm for a 6:00 a.m. wake up call.
“Sunrise is at 7:07,” he reminds me. So I accede. We’re vacationing at a spot where the sun rises with insistence in bold sherbet colors above the ocean. We have vowed to ooh and ahh at the sun’s wake-up majesty every morning we’re there.