The end of the day has finally arrived. Karis talked to me a little today, and that was really nice. Well, she didn't talk, exactly, but she didn't ignore me or give me any kind of attitude when I asked her a question or when she asked me a question. So, it was a good day, in that respect.
My aunt came by and left me a comment. I was very surprised; I had no idea she was even reading this blog. But I loved reading her perspective; my aunt always seems to know when I need her insights the most. It's a gift she has - and I for one am very grateful that she acts on it when she feels compelled to do so.
The truth is that, in these postings, while it may seem like I pretty much have my "stuff" together, I actually feel quite lost much of the time. I miss my dad so very much; during rough waters, he's the one I keep trying to turn to. But, he's not here. He left this life in 1996. Roger - bless his beautiful heart - has tried so hard to reassure me that I'm not alone, but somehow, his understanding and his efforts to help me just don't feel quite the same as those my dad would give me in times like this. It's not fair to Roger that I feel this way; I know this. And I love him all the more for understanding even this about me.
Last night, I heard Karis say something to the effect that, "It's like she's not my mom; it's like my mom left," while talking to someone - presumably, about the changes that have been put into action in the house. I'm not sure why she feels that way; I'm the same person I was three days ago. All I've done is made a few changes that will benefit all of us. How is that wrong, when all I'm trying to do is motivate and encourage them to find jobs, get caught up on their rent and bills, and work towards finding a place of their own that they can call "home", and where Karis will have the freedom to have things her way?
Well, anyway, it is what it is, I suppose. It's sad that they don't see things that way, but oh, well. It's on them, now, to process and deal with it.
On a different note, I've been hearing some very mysterious banging outside my office window, lately. Every time it would happen, I would look out to the yard, and no one would be there. I figured maybe Karis and the girls were trying to prank me, since it's Fright Month in our house. But, no, it wasn't them. So, I admit that after about the fourth time it happened and no one was outside, I got a little nervous.
Two days ago, the mystery was finally solved: The banging started, and I swiveled my head around - and what did I see? A big, male red-shafted flicker! Flickers are very similar to woodpeckers in all but size. They are smaller than woodpeckers. So, seeing the male latched onto the stucco and pounding away at it to enlarge what used to be a very small hole but which is now the size of a baseball really surprised me.
At first, I got up close to the window so I was only inches away from him. I admired him greatly for several seconds, and then, I told him he couldn't peck my house apart and to please go away. He just looked at me for a moment, and then, without a sound, he flew away. He hasn't been back.
A flicker. Huh!
Well, that's it for me for tonight. I had a pretty good day, overall, and I'm glad for it. Thanks for visiting!