It’s a frog’s life

You always hear that about dogs but, in our yard, I think maybe it’s a frog’s life.  There are three out on the rocks enjoying this beautiful day here in Connecticut.

It's a frog's life
It's a frog's life

I wonder if they have any worries?  Where is my next bug coming from?  Not around here — the pond draws bugs like crazy.  They have all become so tame that perhaps they should worry about the stupid humans stepping on them as we walk around the pond with cameras in our hands.

I’m thinking today that I might like to be a frog with a few fewer worries.  Sister # 2 was taken by ambulance to the hospital last night — she’s having what they think are TIAs (mini-strokes).  Sister # 1 rode with her and I can tell by her voice over the phone that she is just sick with worry.   I am mentally making a packing list and hubby is checking the cost of last-minute flights in preparation for my going back out to the Midwest.   In the mean time, I’m starting on some things I wasn’t going to do right away with the thought in mind that they also couldn’t wait until I got back here again if I do leave.    I’ve been back a week and two days, though parts of my mind and heart have not left there yet.  When will this little family get a break?   Just when I thought things were maybe settling into our “new normal”.

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