We’re very lucky here in Sun City because we get hummingbirds all year round. We have a feeder hanging outside the breakfast nook window in the front of the house and another hanging from the backyard patio cover.
It’s extremely rare, at least in our yard, to see more than one hummingbird sharing a feeder. They’re very territorial and claim the feeder as their own exclusive property, perching nearby to guard it and chasing away any other hummers that dare try to take a sip.
These two, however, like Bill and I, were actually sharing a sunset drink on the patio before it was time to find a safe and comfy place to snuggle in for the night.
It must be love.
“Brain fog and senior itch,” Bill announced coming into the bathroom while I was taking my morning shower.
“What?” I called out as hot water rained down on my hair, rinsing the last of the shampoo away.
“It’s what we have,” he yelled back.
“What we have? What are you talking about?” I asked, sliding the door open and sticking my dripping head out. “What do we have?”
“Brain fog,” he replied. “You have brain fog and I have senior itch.”
“And how do you know this?”
“They just said so on the radio,” he said, squirting toothpaste onto his toothbrush.
I turned off the shower and grabbed my towel. “So, the radio said Patt has brain fog and Bill has senior itch? Was this some kind of personalized news flash? I don’t recall being interviewed.”
“Simsomes,” he mumbled around the buzzing of our Sonic toothbrush. “We’b hab simsomes.”
Great, I thought as I dried off, waiting for the two-minute brushing cycle to end. More freaking old people diseases to get crazed over.
Once the electric toothbrush stopped, I looked over at him and asked, “So what are these symptoms that you think I have.”
“Not me, the radio guy. Let’s see,” he said. “Fatigue. Can’t concentrate. Forgetting stuff. You know, things like that.”
“Well that’s pretty vague.”
“Yeah, but you get tired and forget stuff,” he commented.
“Well sure, but so do you. And I only get tired in the afternoon after I’ve been reading. I’m the one that stays up ‘til midnight and you’re the one that falls asleep on the couch after dinner. Maybe you have brain fog.”
“No, I have senior itch,” he responded as he reached inside the shower and turned on the water. “I itch all the time.”
“Your head itches, not your whole body. Maybe you just have dry scalp.”
“Nope, senior itch,” he said, stepping into the shower stall. “I need to get senior itch cream,” he concluded as he slid the shower door shut.
“Okay,” I shouted. “And what exactly is senior itch cream?”
“Don’t know. I’ll Amazon it.”
“You know,” I yelled, “I’ve got a good moisturizing cream right here in the bottom drawer.”
“Probably not strong enough,” he called out. “I’ll still check online.”
“Alrighty then. And what about brain fog? Is there a brain fog cream?”
“I don’t think so. Maybe a pill. I’ll check that too.”
“Wonderful,” I muttered as I walked out of the bathroom and into our bedroom to put on my clothes. Once I was dressed, I glance into the big dresser mirror mounted on the wall. “Brain fog?” I whispered, shaking my head. “The only thing foggy in this house is the bathroom mirrors.”
“Who are you talking to?” Bill asked loudly as he turned off the water.
“No one,” I yelled back. “I’m just talking to myself. Must be the brain fog.”
“See,” he replied, a happy note in his voice. “Don’t worry, hon, we’ll get you unfogged before you know it.”
“Thanks,” I muttered. “I can’t wait.”
One of the go-to places to take our two granddaughters when we have them overnight is Uptown Jungle. This place is kid heaven. They have trampolines, climbing walls, robe mazes, giant slides, tunnels, nerf guns and more. Plus, after running wild in here for an hour and a half, they go to bed happily, no arguments, and sleep like logs.
During the girls last sleep-over visit, after spending almost an hour jumping, climbing, sliding and running, Olivia made her way into the Big Bubble to take a break and rest inside it. This involved doing a few half-handstands, making faces, rolling around and generally putting on a show for us. At one point, Bill looked at me and asked, “Think we could find a used one of these things somewhere?”
“What on earth for?” I said.
“I dunno,” he shrugged. “Looks like a great time-out bubble. Or maybe an eat all your dinner reward bubble.”
“Or a take a break from your wife bubble?” I quipped with a grin, keeping one eye on Olivia and the other on Morgan as she came down the big slide located below the bubble.
“No, no, no, I’d never want to do that,” he said, trying not to laugh. “If I wanted to take a break from you, I’d just go play at Home Depot or Lowe’s. Or maybe go putter in the garage.”
“You puttered around in there yesterday for quite a while,” I replied, crossing my arms and arching an eyebrow. “Were you taking a break?”
“Nope,” he remarked. “Just doing guy stuff.”
“Dehydrating herbs is guy stuff?” I asked with a crooked smile.
“Yes, it is,” he retorted. “Especially ff you’re a guy and you’re drying out parsley and basil and oregano.”
Bill asked me what I wanted for my birthday next week. I patted my tummy and replied, “Liposuction.”
“No, really, what do you want?” he repeated.
“Alright, in lieu of a time-machine, what’s your second choice.”
“Patt! Come on, you must want something more realistic than that,” he pleaded.
“OK,” I responded, putting on a serious face. “How about… a puppy?”
“Well then, what about a week at a fatty spa?”
“A cruise to Hawaii?”
“No can do.”
“Then I guess I’ll settle for an Amazon card.”
“Sold!” he said with a big smile. “I don’t even have to go to the mall.”
“Yes, but I’d really like to get a $1,000 Amazon card.”
“Are you crazy! How about a $200 card?”
“Okey dokey,” I agreed with a big grin. “Oh, by the way, I would have settle for $100.”
“Drat,” he mumbled. “After all these years, you’d think I’d learn.”
“That’s okay sweetie. You’re still a work in progress,” I said, giving him a peck on the cheek.