Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Honk Honk, Said the Goose...Phyllis

I like material things. I’m not a hoarder, so don’t go there. But I do have a lot of interesting, unusual items. I have a small tin toy collection. I have a full size set of bongo drums and a tiny replica of the same set that’s about 1/3 the size. I have about 60 or 70 Pez dispensers, a genuine pith helmet, 6 die cast Volkswagen buses and beetle cars, and speaking of Beatles, I have an unopened set of all 4 Beatles action figures, two Rubic’s cubes which I can solve in just under two minutes. I have a pretty big key chain collection.

Yesterday, Sue bought me a new thing. It’s a goose honker call. It’s really beautiful. It’s made from some kind of hard wood. There is a simple design carved into it with a lathe. If you blow softly into it, it makes a low goose sound. If you blow hard, it makes a high sound, like the sound they make when they’re flying overhead. It feels nice in my hand.

We were at Big 5 to look for a bicycle seat. Sue said, “Remember I was going to buy you a present? Do you see anything you like?”
I looked at the yo-yos, watches, all the colorful shiny things they keep up by the cash register. I didn’t see anything I needed. I went over to the guns. “Do you want a gun?” she asked.

“Yeah, I want a handgun.” I was joking.

She said, “How about a Swiss Army knife?”

I already have one of those. It was my 5-year anniversary gift from Pacific Bell. It has a little brass SBC logo imbedded into the plastic on the other side of the Swiss Army cross. It has a plastic toothpick, tweezers, scissors, screw driver, bottle opener plus several size blades.

Then I saw a duck caller! I said, “Sue! Look at this!” She came over and we looked thru them. There was one for ducks, quail and geese. “Which one do you want?”, she asked.

“The geese caller, of course!” I love watching geese fly. I used to think they were migrating, but I learned these Canadian geese here in Denver migrated from Canada, but they never went back. When I see them flying overhead, they’re just going from one park to another. They never fly back to Canada.

The first thing Sue ever bought for me was a real didgeridoo. She bought it for me before I moved here. It’s the real thing, too. It’s about 4 ½ feet long. It takes some practice, but once you get the hang of it, it’s very loud. It’s also a very beautiful item.

Another thing Sue bought for me is a pocket trumpet. A pocket trumpet has the same length of brass tubing as a regular trumpet, but it’s coiled up tighter and so it appears smaller. I can play it some, but I really need to practice more. It was a super nice gift and it was really nice of Sue to buy it for me. And she bought me a genuine safari pith helmet and a Kindle. She has also bought me some books for my Kindle. And one time on a trip to Boulder, she bought me a marionette puppet. It has red hair, a satin red shirt, green vest and satin gray and black pinstripe pants. Sue is so generous with gifts that it’s hard to reciprocate.

Not that I don’t try. Just the other day, I bought her a whole case of Slim Fast.

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