Did You Hear That?

Nothing wrong with my hearing, my husband says.

Recently I asked if he heard the high-pitched sound.

He didn’t.  What did it sound like?  Like glasses in

the cupboard hitting one another.  Then he went

upstairs to change clothes and came down to tell

me that there was nothing wrong with my hearing.

His alarm clock usually wakes him with a light.  When

that doesn’t, the next is an alarm.  For thirty minutes,

the alarm had been sounding.  Often, I hear motors

of delivery trucks, trash trucks and such and try to

guess if we are getting a package.  Again, my husband

marveled that I had heard a delivery truck, a sliding

door sound and finally footsteps approaching.  A

package awaited outside.  Spring is elusive; we have

had many false starts.  Snow for Easter.  Par for

the course in Upstate New York.  Birds seem to

know precisely when the weather changes.  For

some time now, they have been zooming back

and forth and are making nests in the many bird

houses we have.  Meanwhile, on a nicer day today,

I perused the gardens hoping to find more colors.

Plenty of yellows, whites, and greens but the

tulips are not yet ready to showcase their colors.

Finally, I understand what retirees before me

had said:  you should retire and enjoy different

scenery.  I swapped 2200 teens for birdsong,

truck motors, and more.  I now look forward to

chatting with the many people passing by or

making deliveries.  The mail carriers, the trash and

blue bin guys, the delivery people with packages. 

Why not make their day brighter and cheerier?  Engage

In conversation.  Offer a smile.  Chat about the family.

Life is full of opportunities.  Seize the moments and

enjoy others in your life.  Surprises and rewards

abound.  Blue bins neatly stacked by the door.  Tips on

fly fishing for my husband from Tony, a mail carrier.