Miscellaneous is more “miss” than anything else with me. I almost missed the shot of son John $ falling out of the geriatric chair. He stretched out in the recliner I inherited from John’s godfather, who died at age 97. He didn’t know the chair was designed to boost an oldster into a standing position. In checking how far the chair would go, he almost fell out of it in slow motion. David and I were there to laugh with him.
David was too groggy to finish his breakfast cereal. He missed eating it when it was fresh. A day later he took it out of the refrigerator, and half of it came up on his spoon. I should have watched to see if he broke it up in the bowl or just gnawed on it.
John found two ticks on himself and another crawling on his desk. He missed the tiny one that attached itself firmly. I removed it with tweezers amid giggles and twitches. It was still moving when I took the photo. You can’t see its size, but we feel sure it was bigger than a deer tick that carries Lyme’s disease.
A rabbit was grazing on our gravel when I went out to walk. He hadn’t moved as I advanced slowly toward him, so I fished out the camera and shot him. He hopped a few feet away and again seemed to be searching the gravel. I missed the point of his being there. With acres and acres of lawn and pasture surrounding him, why was he nosing about that arid area? Does anyone have an answer for that?
Neighbors Shawn and Bob held their grandson only hours after he was born. Bob sent a photo that I wouldn’t have wanted to miss. I presume Shawn took it on his cell phone. She caught the mystery, awe, and wonder that surrounds the miracle of birth. It was a tender moment.
For those who want details, the baby weighed 7 lb. 11 oz. He is named Picasso, to be shortened to Pico (Pee-co).