The quiet life

By Barbara F. Dyer | Feb 18, 2021

Most people would give anything (almost) for the "quiet" I have, but a surplus of anything is not so good. If I lived in an apartment on Main Street, I have been told that it is not so quiet, even at midnight, when some of the youth are leaving their favorite places that they haunt in the evening. I know the difference of being young and those of Medicare age. The young are looking for a place to go in the evening, but we "seniors" are looking for a place to lay our heads and tired bodies.

At this moment, it must be lunch time for my birds, namely cardinals, chickadees and blue jays. There appears to be a cold wind outside and my neighbors must be staying in by the fire, where it is nice and warm. I watch those birds that are working hard for their food. We humans just go to the grocery store or, even better, have our orders delivered. What a wonderful service it is to just pick up the phone, read your list of food needed, and soon they are at your door. When we are lucky enough to get old (?),we can also get lazy. We always have the same excuse:"Well, I worked hard and earned the rest I am getting now."

My "Pretty Kitty" will give up napping, as usual, and come to the big front windows. She sometimes even gives up her dish of food to watch the pretty feathered creatures. I can almost tell what she is thinking. She has never been an outside cat, so maybe she does not know they make a lunch for other cats. If only it were possible, she would be out there and instinct would tell her what to do.

The four, 2-foot cedars that I planted 30 years ago are now about 40-feet tall. It is a wonderful nesting place for all those birds. They have an easy direct flight from the branches of those trees to the four feeders, and back. At that time, I did not know that those trees would be there as necessary objects for the entertainment that I have from all the pretty wild life living in the cedars.

Not only are the birds happy, but the squirrels and chipmunks are, also. They steal the bird food, but of course they are hungry, too. A thoughtful relative squirted Pam cooking spray on the poles that hold the feeders, but after the squirrels get their feet dirty enough, they do not have a slide down to the ground. Maybe for them, it is like a shute-the-shute is for small children, and they enjoy the ride.

There are other things I could and should be doing. I am glad no one can see my desk. I pick up the papers often, but somehow it gets covered very quickly. I did spend one day removing the piles of papers, but some more just accumulated. Any flat surface seems to collect papers, and there just is not any space left for dust, but the dust does find other places to settle. It is so intelligent.

Many of my working days, I thought how nice it would be to have a day off and go shopping or whatever. It never occurred to me that life could be so quiet. Many times I heard people say, "Be careful what you wish for." When friends show up for a visit, I have a job for them. Would they kindly fill the bird feeders? I do not eat much, but the birds do, and the furry creatures have an appetite that is hard to believe.

My street is so quiet, but I know there are neighbors still living in the houses. All I have seen moving today is my cat, but she is now sleeping; but except for eating, that is what cats do. In my next life, I wish to come back as a cat for some caring person, so I can be fed, pampered and petted. What a life that would be!

Oh, I had to stop writing in the middle of this column, to get shot. No, not like Abraham Lincoln, whose birthday is today as I write (and I put my flag out in his honor). My shot was the second shot to protect me from the "COVID-19" virus. Two very pleasant young ladies, who are with the District Nurses, equipped with a sharp needle, arrived so I stopped working to get my shot. There are benefits of being home all day, although I cannot think of many.

It does give me time to think; think about a lot of things as I have not yet solved all the problems of the world. The shape the world is in, at this time, even Einstein could not accomplish that task.

Now I have been away from my front window view, the birds have probably gone to their nests. My cat is fast asleep. Now that I have finished this, I shall go to my nest for the night. It is late and it is time.

Barbara F. Dyer has lived all her life, so far, in Camden and is the official town historian.

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