In the days following my foiled attempt at finding clues after sighting a deer poacher on the neighboring property, I found myself keeping close to home. The weather had become cold and blustery, with occasional fog and drizzle, and I was anxious about continuing my investigation before the coming weekend when rifle season would open. But that would have to wait now, as I planned to leave on Friday morning to join my brother’s family in Wichita, where both of their children live, for an early Thanksgiving dinner celebration. With FD off hunting, I packed up Mr. T and Oscar and we headed north.
The weekend in Wichita was wonderful! We all laughed about having seven dogs and two cats to the seven humans present. There was never a dull moment. And despite having a restful weekend with good food and great company, I awoke on Sunday with a headache like no other. Instead of journeying home that day as planned, my niece Rachel took good care of me, and we watched movies, while I dozed mostly with an ice bag on my head. Finally, on Monday, I felt well enough to drive the nearly four hours home.
The drive home was beautiful. Redrock walls, colorful oaks and elms, and twinkling sunlit farm ponds and waterways made for stunning scenery, as I took the winding rural roads the last fifty miles home. I have skirted Oklahoma City all of this year and, for this trip, had chosen, once again, to go around to avoid the road construction going on in the city. This route was much more scenic and took just a bit longer than driving through OKC. And, on this day, the drive was more than pleasant. We had not had a spectacular show of fall color like this for many years. And when I arrived home, FD had a surprise for me. While I was gone he had made arrangements to have the electric buggy batteries replaced – something we had put off for far too long. I was excited! The shop that did the work had just called for us to pick up the buggy. So back we went towards El Reno, which was the way I had just taken home.
Tuesday morning I was itching to head to the river to continue my investigation, but there was work to be done here at the house. I could not ignore the fact that I had been gone a few days and there were chores to be done. The weather looked warm and windy for the days to come and I knew there would be time to slip away for a bit of snooping around.
But that did not happen. Tuesday night just after dinner, I experienced the worst pain of my life on my lower left side. A trip to the local emergency room confirmed kidney stones. So for the next five days the pain came and went. Prescription drugs kept me comfortable, and I laid in bed most of the time. I was thankful we had just invested in an adjustable bed, and found myself raising and lowering the incline level – trying to find just the right spot. I was also thankful FD could be home with me those first days. Through our bedroom’s sliding patio doors I watched the wind tear at the trees, ripping all of those beautiful leaves away before I could photograph them. I also watched FD feed Punkin the squirrel on the back porch, who seemed to be taking advantage of his kindness – I never indulged her in that many pecans! FD also brought a very frantic Oscar in to visit me every so often. Mostly, I snoozed away the hours with the TV on. And, for the first time I can think of, I had no desire to get out of the bed.
By Sunday, I had passed a second kidney stone. The CT scan showed another yet on the right side, so someday I will have to endure this agony again. But I did not think of that now. Food began to appeal to me a little more, and I got up to wash a few dishes, and puttered around with a load of laundry. On Monday, other than feeling fatigued most of the day, I felt back to my usual self. I moved at a slower pace, but it felt good to be back on my feet. After lunch, I felt up to a buggy drive. I did not do a lot of walking, but I did get out and walk around the lower west end while I watched the harvesters move around the soy bean field across the way. Dust kicked up from behind the giant combine and drifted off to the south in the gentle breeze. Hawks showed up, perching in nearby trees while watching for field varmints on the run. When the combine moved to the westerly field, I continued my buggy ride into the woods. A group of Tom turkey’s quietly lurked through the downed trees and woodland debris, headed the opposite direction from me. I knew better than to try to follow them. Turkeys have keen eyesight. A little further down, I saw a lump in the dried weeds. Walking over to the spot, I discovered a dead armadillo. Opportunistic ants were already at work on the carcass.
Feeling a bit tired, I decided to head home. As I bumped along the path through the orchard, I noticed another dark lump just ahead. It was a turtle of some sort. I laughed to myself at the significance of this turtle showing up just as I was about to head back into the house for the evening. To me, turtles symbolize slowing down and pacing oneself. Yet they are determined and persistent. That pretty much described how I felt at the moment, and how I would carry on in the coming days…
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