|Deserted bluebird box along|
backside of garden
My friends father joked that he checked the obituaries first thing each morning and if he did not see his name, he knew it was a good day to get on with the daily drill. So yesterday afternoon after laundry, church, brunch and a nice walk in the cold outdoors, I was astounded when on the obituary page I saw my name, Patricia L Morrison! I said to Jerry, "Good Lord, I died!" and while he was tuned to football on the TV he said, "what?" Well the woman was older than me and lived across the river in Wisconsin and in FL, but sure enough there it was. A very odd feeling, especially because it was a tiny paragraph, promising more later. And then I said, "hey no body called to see if I'm here!" Well they'd seen me at church and after all the people who know me here know where I live and my age, so the vitals did not match. Still, don't you think someone might have commented? A few week ago another Pat Morrison submitted a recipe for a Twinkies cake and several people commented on that, no it wasn't me. But the obituary? Not a word, today I laugh.