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Canada Geese are a pain in the neck, aren’t they? Case in point: I arrived at work the other day to find three of these creatures loitering outside of the small office building where I work (my boss might say I’m the loitering one). They were hanging out like they owned the place or something. They would if they had a nest or had goslings nearby. It is an incontestable commandment forever written in stone somewhere that one never ever bothers an adult goose who is found either 1) near their nest or 2) with their goslings. They can administer a terrible “whuppin” on anybody with those big wings. I don’t care how big and bad you think you are – you will not be able to fend off an angry and protective Canada Goose.  Probably can’t outrun one either. Well, I digress…

There were three Geese hanging out in front of my office. They were ignoring me (or so it seemed) and appeared to be arguing amongst themselves. One would duck his head down and chase the other two, all the while squawking and carrying on. The other two would run off a bit and just stop and stare at the angry one. Then, another one of them would get mad and chase the other two off. They did this back and forth between themselves for quite awhile. None of it made a lick of sense to me. I don’t speak “goose” but it seemed to me there was some sort of territorial squabble going on. I don’t really know how geese set up things between themselves. They never did settle the argument and finally waddled away. My guess is they were fighting over whether to whup me or wait for another target.  I’ll never know.  Nor do I wish to.

Then there’s the mess. Holy smokes, they can make a mess out of a parking lot. There was one of the ladies in our building who decided it would be kind of cute to feed them out of the side door. She might as well put out an “Eat at Joe’s” sign.  They have their own news network I think. It was a day or two after the first culinary adventure that the entire Canada goose nation showed up and they brought their families. That wasn’t enough because the neighborhood ducks found out and they showed up too! It was like an airport. We could not use that door for a week after we stopped. It took them that long to figure out that “bird mart” had closed. Oh…and the mess. Yikes! I won’t try to describe what they left behind. They don’t pick up after themselves at all. They are about as bad as a teenager. Well, maybe not.

I did get chased by a goose once. Seems I parked my truck a might too close to her nest. I managed to get into the truck before she got into me. That’s all I’m going to say about that.

It’s one of those days…or is it?

It’s one of those days – or is it?

This is one of those days when everything is wrong. I just feel like complaining and I could certainly conjure up a couple dozen reasons why this is a lousy day. Let’s see…

My day job is not going all that well. Both of my cars are getting long in the tooth and need replacing. I need a new roof and, a new furnace. My youngest has to have his wisdom teeth pulled AND my wife needs new glasses.

I had to PAY federal income tax this year. Again. Don’t get me started on that. There’s a willow tree in my back yard that dumps a mess on my grass everyday and leaves it for me to pick up. I have two other trees I want to get rid of but NOOOOO. The neighborhood birds decided to put nests there and then had the temerity to lay eggs. How inconsiderate.

I have two TV’s and neither of them works. I borrowed my son’s. The car leaks oil onto my driveway and garage floor just to torment me. I have the only oil stained driveway on the block. On top of all this, my feet hurt. Oh, and I have arthritis in my hands now. Wah, wah, wah, it’s a lousy day. Or is it….

I have a job and have had one throughout the economic downturn. I have not known unemployment since 1996 and that was for a very short time. My cars are getting old but they are paid for. My roof and furnace are old too but still work. We are warm and dry. In short, I have a home.  I have known the joy of being Karen’s husband for 31+ years now. She is a cancer survivor and my soul mate. I myself am in pretty good shape for the shape I’m in. All three of our kids are healthy and productive members of society. I have a granddaughter that I’m nuts about. I have friends around me that I care deeply for.

I can get up and get something to eat anytime I want. Water is plentiful and immediately available. I have never known hunger.

I had the privilege of wearing my country’s uniform for almost twenty-two years. I would not trade those times and memories for anything.

There is an awful lot to be thankful for. God has been good to me. In view of all that, I am a lucky and blessed man. Last but certainly not least, I have a few readers here like you. Thanks for stopping by.

As an old “beverage” commercial used to say, “It doesn’t get any better than this.” That, my friend, is a fact.