Tuesday, August 11, 2020

Sounds and Spirit

Musical conversations with the evening don't have to make sense to anyone or anything but the imagination. Mode means only a reference point for the organized. Tonal luring, atonal trapping, and spirit catching in the web weaved with waveform.

Soon, quiet and sleep will win and the spirits will be free, again. Now, though, entranced as if by siren song, they move the little hairs on backs of necks with baited breaths. When the sound stops, they'll fly. They'll be back, though.

Monday, August 10, 2020

Foxy Morning

What do Monday mornings do that makes the brain forget stuff? Two days should not be long enough to break a routine. Every Monday, though, something gets left out. Whether it be a wallet, a badge, a key or something else, there will be something I have to go back to the house and retrieve.

This morning was no different. At the end of the driveway my vehicle let me know there was no Bluetooth device detected. I'd forgotten my phone.

Instead of turning around in the road and driving back to the house, I put it in reverse and backed up. You wouldn't think that should take very long. My driveway is close to a thousand feet, though, and in the predawn darkness, I had to go slower than anticipated to avoid leaving the driveway, crashing into bushes or going out across the yard... driving a little erratically and turning sharply here and there.

A quick trip into the house and all was well again. Down the driveway I sped... when suddenly, from a bush, a red fox emerged. I've seen him a few times. He usually scampers quickly into a nearby bush or thicket. Today, though, he must've thought I was playing a game. He bucked and jumped for several seconds before lighting out across the yard.

Sunday, August 09, 2020

A Whole Year

A year goes by too quickly. Nothing is new, no matter what chattering nonsense spews. The longest distance seems short against a backdrop of forever.

An easy laugh is priceless when you need one. That's the kind of person who's ear you'll always know you have. Losing that is irreplaceable.

Closed-eyes momentarily relieve a little bit of the distance. You don't want to keep them closed too long or you may miss out on today. Just a few seconds here and there, though, at key times, is not only understandable, but necessary.

Saturday, August 08, 2020

Toted Off

Oil changes and other work like that are best done at night, during these dog days of summer. Night seems to invite mosquitoes, though. Little blood-suckers nearly toted me off while I was changing oil, last night.

Yard work requires hours of my Saturday and I really didn't feel like changing oil and spending hours on the yard, today. Yesterday is the best time to have done something, anyway. Opportunity taken yesterday makes time today. Unless you find other things that need to be done, that is, and that's always what happens. *sigh*

Friday, August 07, 2020

Running After

Opportunity doesn't always knock. The time will come that the expected doesn't happen. Sometimes it just walks on by.

You'll be standing there, knowing that opportunity is about to pass, waiting on it to knock. You may even unlock the door, thinking it might just try the door without knocking and you don't want to miss out. Then, silence.

Is that when you're supposed to run out and try to catch it? Is that allowed? That's got to be some sort of karmic taboo.

Thursday, August 06, 2020

Pop Up Weekends

Throughout the day, moments of mental weekend can pop up. Occasionally, you can almost smell freedom. Until, that is, you remember you have to do work on the weekend and fun weekends were a long time ago.

Continually, though, that youthful tether-free sensation rises up to the surface to tease a good time. "Hand over the controls," it says. You have no idea how much I'd like to do that.

Wednesday, August 05, 2020

Unlocking Life

Key portions of life are spent doing and getting what makes others happy. Finally, the realization hits that what makes others happy doesn't work for you. All those key portions of life were spent acquiring what you don't really want. Too much is invested to turn back.

The real key is the old cliche': Today is the first day of the rest of your life. The only waste is between when you make that realization and decide to act on it. It's never too late... until you're gone.