Each evening at dusk, they come to stand silently on the hilltops surrounding the city below. Watching, listening, seeing all. They do not speak. They watch.
Invisible to human eyes, they see every action taken by the humans. The watchers are hungry, yet they wait. The watchers know that their time will come, and that it will be soon.
The city is ringed about with them. Their wings are wrapped closely about their bodies, grotesquely gnarled and misshapen, yet able to carry their huge bodies swiftly and quietly through the night air.
When, they wonder, will the Master come and set them free to fly down into the city, rending apart the subject that each has chosen? They have been watching for months now, seeing the debauchery taking place in the city.
Then they can feast to their content...
Morning is coming. The watchers see the first rays of dawn beginning to show in the eastern sky. They silently take flight into the dark western sky, until the dusk, when they will return, once again...to watch and wait for the signal.
I thought I would take a try at science fiction very short story. You can make the continuation of it any way you wish. That is it for me. It was simply a short flight of the imagination for me.
Yesterday was a busy day. I was up at an early hour, even for me, and put the pork tenderloins in the crock pot with a half-bottle of BBQ sauce, and then made coffee and had a bran muffin with a cup of coffee, did my blog for the day, and took my shower, dressed and left a note for Gramps telling him where I would be till later. I left out his cereal bowl with fruit in it, and a spoon, along with his Cheerios, and left the house by 8:45.
By 9:30, I was parking my car at UT Hospital parking garage and then walked up the hill to the Heart-Lung Institute building and went up to the offices of my cardiologist's group and waited just a few minutes until I was called in to have my echo cardiogram. Soon after that I had my pacemaker check and the technician told me I have another three years before the battery will need changing, so that was good news.
My Dr. came in and we talked for several minutes about my health and he told me that every thing looked good, and that he would stop by one day soon and meet my family doctor ( who is a jewel), here in Jefferson City, since he comes home that way every day. He grew up in Morristown area and apparently still lives there. He was one of my students when I was teaching at Alpha. Isn't that neat? He didn't have the results from my echo cardiogram because the server for the computer was down, but said if there was any problems with it, he would call me. Would you believe that when I was recuperating in Alabama from my reconstructive surgery on my gall bladder, he actually called me in person to consult with me? Now that is a great doctor. Not very often will you have a doctor who is so busy, yet takes the time to call. I am very blessed to have two doctors who take such good care of me.
I got back home by noon time and saw that Gramps had not yet arisen from his bed. I had time then to fold some laundry, and do some other chores. I let him sleep until about 3 and then dragged him out of bed (almost), but insisted he needed to get up. While he was eating his cereal, I began preparing the remainder of what we would be having for supper and then after he had used his electric razor to shave his face, got him into the bathroom for his shower. He is not wild about showering, but he is mostly agreeable to get it done. ha.
By the time he had finished showering and getting dressed, I had gotten pretty well underway of peeling the sweet potatoes for supper and slicing them into french fry slices. However, I did not fry them. Instead, I placed a piece of parchment paper in a jelly roll pan and put some olive oil on it and spread out the sweet potato pieces on it. Then I sprayed the tops of them with buttery spray (like Pam) and sprinkled paprika on top of them and baked them at 450 degrees for 25 minutes. They were yummy!
We had sugar snap peas also. I had never cooked any of those before, but when you follow directions on the frozen package, they are easy. The boiled corn was a hit also. Supper was really good and enjoyed by all. Scott, the dad, didn't get to come because he was working late. We really missed having him with us. I like seeing him eat, because he enjoys it so much. Our dessert was fresh strawberries with whipped cream, and the little apricot pinwheels that I described making in a previous posting.
After supper we played dominoes until close to 9 p.m. Laurie and Olivia loaded the dishwasher for me and cleaned up the pots that I had used to cook supper. They are so very sweet to me and Gramps. I turned on the dishwasher and came into my computer room, and began reading blogs, but my head was soon drooping, so, sorry folks...I didn't get much reading or commenting done. I will try to make amends today. Breakfast calls to me, and today is one of the days I carry off the trash to the dumpster. I'll be back.
This is Blabbin' Grammy signing off for today. Much love to each of you, my friends. More later. Bye for now.