My fiance, Henry, will probably hate me for this because he hates when I mention him in my column.
Yes, you read that right — fiance, not boyfriend. After five years of dating, he popped the question on Christmas Day. At 52 years old, I am engaged for the first time in my life. He was definitely worth the wait.
To say I was excited was an understatement. After the year we had, to end the year on a high note was simply wonderful. Now I am getting the “When’s the date?” question from friends and family.
To me, being engaged for awhile is part of the fun, and I’m going to enjoy every bit of the “being a fiancee” part of the whole process. Especially since there’s the whole pandemic going on — so hopefully there will be plans for next year.
Besides, my friend Tony Hall is going to help me pick out a dress and hopefully a trip to Kleinfeld Bridal in New York is in our near future. I love Randy Fenoli and would love to wear one of his dresses. We shall see!
Henry and I spent New Year’s Eve at home, and I was OK with that — staying far away from the “Rona.”
I enjoyed spending the three-day weekend quietly, and starting the fresh new work year Monday, hopefully to keep the smile on my face. I walked outside on the porch to take Sampson the Handsome Dachshund out to potty before leaving for work. I stopped on the porch and listened to the huge amount of birds chirping, flying through the sky.
There were thousands and I just watched, thinking of the movie “The Birds,” from 1963. You know, that creepy movie directed by Alfred Hitchcock, where all the birds were attacking people — it still scares the bejeezus out of me.
I waited, watching them all fly by for a few minutes, because I didn’t want to start my week with bird poop on me either, even though I was told later that morning a bird pooping on you is actually good luck. Still, no thank you.
So there I was, walking Sampson, and those stupid birds circled back around, coming for me and my sweet boy.
“Hurry up Sampson! Do your business! They are circling back!”
We survived the attack (well, there really wasn’t an attack, but I was nervous about the whole poop idea) and we were back on the porch and under cover as they finished going by.
Throughout the week though as I was driving, I saw birds everywhere — sitting on wires, just staring. As long as they stay there and leave me alone, that’s fine.
Speaking of driving around town, please folks, don’t fly up to a stop sign and stop at the last minute. Thursday, as I was driving home from work, someone did just that, causing the person in front of me to slam on brakes, and me to slow down as well.
It’s not the first time I’ve seen this. Sometimes I feel as if I am the little frog in the game Frogger trying to get across the road, dodging vehicles so I won’t die.
Also, turn signals — they aren’t that hard to use! Push down to turn left — up to turn right. Please use them.
And that’s it. I have finished my rambling thoughts for the week.
Happy New Year everyone!
Editor Tia Bedwell can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org or 252-410-7056.