I wondered yesterday as I watched out my living room what it feels to know someone is watching your every move. As the farmer across the road broke apart the hard soil ... I watched as the field turned over revealing the damp dark earth. The ill disguised seagulls that appreciate farm lands whether they be green or brown .. clearly see something from their vantage point drawing their webbed feet to pad about after the tractor has cut it's swath.
I sat at my front room window with my book in hand . . .
focusing at first on the words and then on the scene unfolding before me.
The silence was broken by the phone and the still high voice of grandgirlie with her enquiring mind.
"what you doing grammie". ..she wondered?
and I returned the question with one of my own. . .
"what are you doing?" I asked.
"eating lunch" .. .came her reply with the additional information of what was on her menu.
Later in the day ..
I nearly preserved my beloved during dinner.
Had the meal been a test of my abilities in the kitchen. .
I would have been sent back to Foods 9.
While some men would have mentioned the salty fare throughout the remainder of the evening ..
mine brought me a large glass of water and a piece of dark chocolate .. .
since he knows how well sweet and salty go together.
It's a grammie day today. . .
so there will be no danger of a flat bottom or idle hands.
all for now . .