MY DAY: Last day of vacation

Today is the last day of my 11 day vacation. I really can’t complain since I only teach three long days a week followed by four days off. However, I sorely needed these 11 days to simply relax, get some writing done, visit with some wonderful people, and kind of regroup. I don’t necessarily feel as refreshed and invigorated as I would had I been at a beach for a week, but I do feel content, relaxed, more confident, and ready to embark on some new life adventures.

The funeral for which I played Saturday morning was so touching, and beautiful. What a brilliant celebration and send off for an adorable 93-year-old woman. Her great-grandson played one of the hymns, and did an outstanding job. I am so proud of him to excel under such pressure.

The day was filled with rain. From the early morning hours until midafternoon, it was a constant downpour. The afternoon and very early evening was without rain, but gray and dull. However, around 8:30 PM the sun made an appearance at the 11th hour.

I took an early afternoon nap and woke about 3 PM. I had plans to go see a movie but all plans were laid aside when I discovered Flyer seemed to be in a state of distress. The poor old girl could not lift her head and could barely keep her eyes open. She had some very peculiar twitching, and from research and contact with a vet, it seemed that the end was actually here. I kept petting her, and telling her that she was loved. She refused all food, water, treats, and anything else with which I tried to coax her. Even Navi and Chief we’re sensitive to her condition, and hovered nearby. Chief lay down next to Flyer, while Navi laid on the bed looking over her.

After several hours, the wood floor was becoming a bit painful and I moved a few feet away to sit up against a chair in my bedroom. That was when Chief took Flyer one of my T-shirts to lay by her head, and she snuggled her face in it. About 20 minutes later, Flyer stretched, began wagging her tail and appeared more alert in the face. I called her name, and she hopped right up without any hesitation, hurried over to me and laid down in my lap. Although I was excited to see this resurrection moment, I also wondered if this was another sign that the end was near. As she laid there in my lap, she was wagging her tail the entire time and responding to all my words. Eventually, she hopped up and headed right down the stairs, moving down them with very little effort. She got to the closet door and began nudging it, which has always been her sign that she’s ready to go for her walk. When we returned from the walk, she ate a full meal, and wanted to come back upstairs with the kids and me. This morning dear old Flyer seemed even more youthful on our morning walk. Generally, halfway through the walk she begins to lag a little bit. But this morning, she was right up there with the kids and not missing a moment of her sniff-fest.

By 8 PM last night, I was exhausted. My eyes struggled to stay awake and I wanted to go to sleep. However, I knew that if I went to bed too early I would be wide-awake by 2 AM or 3 AM. I kept myself busy by watching two movies on television, followed by writing a quite lengthy email to a dear friend.

The day is already gray, and the threat of rain is eminent. I really need to mow the backyard, especially, but I’m afraid the ground is still too soggy. I would like to do something incredibly fun and different to celebrate this last day of my vacation, but have no idea what to do.

From DLJH’s iPhone
“Make it a great day!”

About Wright Flyer Guy

Darin is a single adoptive father, a teacher, playwright, and musical theatre director from Kettering, Ohio.
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