Patio Visitors

9 May

 We’ve added a new blogger to bring a male point of view.We are so pleased to welcome Bill Lites.

Bill is a retired engineer living with his artist/writer wife of 55 years in Central Florida.  He was born and raised in the Southwest, did a tour of duty with the U.S. Navy, attended college in Southern California and ended up working on the Manned Space Program for 35 years.  He currently spends most of his time building and flying R/C model airplanes and supporting his wife’s hobbies with framing and marketing.  Bill’s children and their spouses, two grandchildren, a sister and her husband, also live in Central Florida so he and his wife are rewarded by having family close to spend quality time with.

A Slice of LIfe

Bill Lites

When my wife and I first moved to Central Florida and bought our new house, our patio consisted of a 10’x10’ concrete slab outside our back family room door.  After we got our dog, Baron, we began feeding him on the patio to help avoid the mess in the house.  He didn’t always finish everything we gave him so sometimes there would be food left in his bowl at night.

Since our house backed onto the woods we began to have quite a variety of animals come onto our patio to check out any leftovers.  We had frogs, raccoons, possums, foxes, skunks and who knows what else.  We never really knew what to expect when we looked outside at night.

One night as we sat watching TV in our family room Baron started whining at the door.  It was very dark out and when I turned the light on it only made a glare on the glass door.  As I started to open the door, Baron sprang out through the opening like a streak and was after something heading for the woods.  It was a possum.  They were both running flat-out but Baron was catching up fast.  Just then, the possum stopped in its tracks.  Baron was going so fast that when the possum stopped he ran right over it, skidded to a halt, whipped around and was on the possum in a flash.  But, what was this?  A dead possum?  It wasn’t  moving, not even breathing, just laying there dead as could be.  Baron sniffed around it from all sides, tried to roll it over with his nose and sniffed some more, but to no avail.  Finally, he gave up and came back in the house.

I looked out two or three times during the next 10-15 minutes but the possum was as dead as ever.  Then, the next time I looked, guess what?  No possum!  Sure enough, it had come back to life and just strolled off into the woods.  Now I know what is meant when someone says they played possum.

Ecclesiastes 3:1-2 NIV

There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens: a time to live and a time to die.

2 Responses to “Patio Visitors”

  1. lynne May 16, 2012 at 11:05 am #

    More on possum! We see these bluegrass players every summer in the mountains!
    Love your blogs.


  2. Linda Lewis May 9, 2012 at 11:51 am #

    I loved your blog post, Bill. Your description of Baron and the possum was wonderful. I laughed at the mental picture. Our dog, Bambi, however, says he “loves possums. – They’re ‘crunchy!’ Ewwwww!


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