Thanksgiving dinner was divine with such a wonderful crew to enjoy our bounty with. The day before I was a busy bee trying to get as much prep work done as possible so I can tidy up the house big time, with time to spare to relax, on the day of. While in the kitchen I can see Craig and Kale hard at work planting garlic; Kale helping his dad make a new bed using little scoops from his shovel. And there Craig was looking all manly. Sans shirt. Wiping his brow. Where was I?
Oh yes. It shortly dawned on me I haven't seen Edie out there with them all morning. And with us in the midst of peak bear season my adrenaline levels took a nose dive dip so I soon went flying out of the house screeching, in the most singy songy voice managable in the heat of the moment, "Where's Eee-die? Laaaaa, la, la."
To my relief I see Father had her strapped, in her full body harness, to the slackline behind the house. And there she was happily bouncing away. Kind of like a giant baby in an outdoor jolly jumper. I guess it's payback for depriving her from one of those gadgets in her tot days.
"Are you okay?" I ask her; just incase this was some kind of banishment from garlic planting for being naughty and she needed some Mama loving. She said she was having fun so I let her be. And there she boinged for another good long while.
So I went back to doing what I love and makes my time zoom; cooking a mega-feast for beloved family and friends (while listening to Parisian-inspired lifestyle podcasts) with the flavour enhancing knowledge that the rest of the family unit was in a similiar state of bliss.
I just had to trust that bears aren't attracted to bouncing objects. No matter how cute they are!