DBPW - Day 78 The Otter....YAY

As many of you know I am struggling very much so with Bi Polar depression.  I feel better today but I am still sedated, very much so.  Three days ago I was crying to my husband that I did not want to live.  This is very difficult for my husband to hear and for me to admit.  It’s not what I want.  I want to want to live.  I want to enjoy life and all it has to offer.  I am bordering on happiness today and it is in large part due to what happened last night.

I was cleaning up after dinner, down or not, I still am a housewife and take those duties pretty seriously.  There’s not much else I do but take care of our home, my husband, and my step kids.  I looked up, and there was an otter.  I wait every single year to see our little fella and there he was.  I assume a he, I haven’t asked or flipped him over to check.  We sit on the water and our dock is cement with a cedar cap so there’s a gap between the two parts.  Guess where the otter lives!  It can get a little stinky on the dock.  I really wish the boy would finish his supper and deposit the leftover bones back in the lake.  UGH!

 

 

I screeched to my husband that my boy was back and he came over to see with the camera and the zoom lens.  He got a few great pictures, the boy was out about 40 feet out from our shoreline, we were standing at the house, another 30 feet from the house to the lake.  So from 70 feet away we watched the boy eat fish and flip in and out of the lake onto the ice to have dinner.  After a while I noticed the water shift near the dock and my husband walked over and said he could hear the boy.  I called the dog who can always find the otter.  The dog went a wee crazy.  HAHA  The husband bored quickly and came in, I decided of course to lay face down on the dock and listen for the otter boy. 

It didn’t take long for me to realize a) my husband is deaf as a doormat and b) otters moo like cows from a distance when they feel threatened.  The dog was barking and scratching and I was tapping on the dock.  I could hear growling from under there but it sounds like a mooing.  If I make the noise now, the dog barks for he knows what it is now.  After a few minutes the water splashed scaring the bejesus out of me and about 40 feet from the dock up popped my boy.  I said, “Hi fella, how are you?”  To which he replied, “argh” and dropped beneath the water. 

It made my day, it made me happy. 

It’s the simple things kids, the simple things.   If I can appreciate that on a day like I am having, you can appreciate jumping in a puddle for no reason when you are grumpy simply to make yourself smile.  Please don't forget the little things.