Having absolutely nothing to do with a brain tumor, this post is a glimpse into what has become of my evenings after said brain tumor and husband working and living out-of-state for the past three months.
Meet my new late night visitors and friends…
I know these fellows. They have no names, but we’ve become pals.
The funny thing is that they really do have a connection to this damn piece of shit brain tumor. Our first encounter was after one of my post surgery MRI’s in the fall of 2008. Coming home after dark, in my narcotic induced stupor, I practically stepped on one as I stumbled very gracefully up the front walk. While I’ve seen them many times in the past two years, they’ve grabbed my attention greatly in the past three months.
Having nothing better to do with my time late at night, I tend to look out the front windows more often while walking through the house delivering laundry upstairs or simply just wandering around. All the while, an interesting little pattern has emerged with my little friends.
Like clockwork, I peer out around 11:30pm and see little toad statues standing in our front lawn every night. As pathetic as it may be, I often go outside and say hello. Tonight, I took pictures for the boys who love the morning updates on our resident toads.
For my neighbors… who were wondering what the hell the flash photography was… I’m not a mental case taking photos of my lawn at 11:30 at night. I’m just bored and hanging out with my toads and taking photos for my kids.
My new evening ritual is rather entertaining and a bit of distraction from the quiet in the house. It is as if these fellows know I’m just a tad bit lonely. I appreciate and look forward to their visit each night; same time, same spots on the lawn. I like predictable and I like my new friends.