I wish this beautiful Sunday afternoon in late October would fit into my pocket.
I would save it for the daylight hours of a snowy or rainy day later.
We were planning to take advantage of our fair weather to continue fall projects already in progress.
I looked out of the back door toward the woods. The beauty of the natural backdrop beckoned me to explore more. Like an eager beagle, I wanted to be there in the thick of it.
The lively fellow next to me agreed and we prepared for the trip.
I always must dress for the occasion and put on a light application of makeup. That is just in case someone comes lumbering through the brambles and asks me to do a reality show.
Oh, I do not dress up. Rather, I dress down, all the way to the soles of my walkers.
I worry about ticks, poison ivy, sumac, oak, briars, mosquitoes and anything else that could cause health problems.
Coyotes, gun toting poachers, Big Foot and cave dwelling ghosts are high on my list of concerns as well!
Ticks are plentiful this year. We cannot dodge them completely. I know.
Last week, I decided to cut back and shape the evergreens that surround our 28-by-48 foot garage while Paul spruced up the windowpanes on the north side of the structure.
Our grandson's father, Bill Risk, planted the young shrubs shortly after Brazil Roofing constructed the garage in 1995.
The additions to the landscape grew well on my dad's old fertile vegetable garden side.
When the shrubs start hugging the sides of the building, I prepare for surgery and bring out the lopping tool and shaping shears.
Any larger limb, I call out the chainsaw operator.
A brief buzz does the trick.
I finished the job, cleared the debris and hauled it to the wildlife habitat at the wood's edge.
I came in, took a bath and washed my hair. I felt so refreshed. My skin was unscathed from the work. I escaped bruising from the ladder. My arms were free of the itchiness associated with the evergreens, too.
I was unaware that a tick dug deep into my skin until my eyelid began to burn and itch. My weeping bloodshot eye was driving me out of my mind.
I asked Paul to check out the site of my concern. He said that he did not see anything at first glance.
Then he discovered my problem.
An adult wood tick imbedded into the bottom of the lid of my left eye beneath the lashes.
He went to the bathroom, came back with the long tweezers, and then handled his house call with a sharp tongue and bliss bungling bedside manner.
I must tell you the simple operation turned into a major extraction and we came close to falling out.
Lucky for me, the tick soon met its maker.
As for the violated lid, it swelled, but it flipped back to droopy well before this patient recognized the good deed.
The eyeball still rolls and the cataract surgery might be on the back burner until my nerves recover from the ordeal.
The good thing is, only tears of laughter come out of it now. In addition, this 55-year marriage survived. What can I say? Regardless of the actions of the "quack that whacks," during the removal of ticks -- we are good!
He was a wee bit worried when time came to give him a bi-monthly injection prescribed by his primary care provider at VA.
I administered that shot, in the hip, with a 22 GA 1.5-inch needle. Armed with the fully loaded vial of fluid, the needle and an idle threat in place since my operation, his "mommy dearest," was without a doubt, a gentle giver.
He is a giver, too.
He offered me his raise from Social Security.
I am cheap to keep.
I told him to keep those pennies.
We focus on making the most of everyday of this life that we live, as with most seniors.
We are not without worries and spiritual needs.
It is a comfort to know we are not alone.
I close this column with a small poem that I wrote in 2002 about a wonderful friend who knows the folks in the little blue house at the end of the road quite well.
God takes no vacation. He never stops to rest
He is forever watching over us. He does His very best
He is there for us when we are lonely, sick and in despair
Always and forever, He is there.
For He is our guiding light, Our Savior and our King.
He is the one who understands each and every thing
When we experience our darkest hours and we begin to pray,
God looks down from Heaven and takes the gloom away.
He can make us happy, fill our hearts with glee
Yes my friend, God is there, Watching over you and me
Mary Lou Lynch Sartor
Reach me by phone at 446-4852 or by e-mail at firstname.lastname@example.org.