Sunday, September 20, 2020

Looking Up

Too many hours into a Sunday and I'm just now sitting down with a cup of coffee. A few hours ago, I had sausage with a soda, instead of coffee, which is fairly uncommon. I was hungry and just wanted something quick.

The coffee kept calling, though. Now, with great satisfaction, I sit sipping the brown warmth. Things are looking up.

Saturday, September 19, 2020

Cool Nuts

Feeling like Fall for a few hours, today, made it easy to be outside working. Summer may not have much longer. That cool breeze had a definite hint of Autumn.

Sally knocked a bunch of pecans out of my trees. The mower sounded like a machine gun when passing underneath the branches. Maybe the squirrels usually get them, but there seemed to be a lot more nuts than normal.

Friday, September 18, 2020

Before Now

Long ago shines in the memory. Glamorizing the past is tempting. Good and bad both hide there, but the good is easier to handle.

Realistic depictions are more beneficial. The past can be beautiful, but not in the polished, brilliant, way; the past is a gritty beauty. There are scars, lines and discolored patches. As much as one can love tracing those marvelous lines, exploring the scars and patches of the past, know that they were earned with pain and time.

Thursday, September 17, 2020

In Brief

Brevity is good.

Wednesday, September 16, 2020

For a Limited Time

Thinking about the expiration date is no fun. Leaving milk in the carton is always such a terrible waste. Drink it all up.

Tuesday, September 15, 2020

The True Story

Anywhere fate puts a foot, a puddle forms. Heavy feet leave deep prints. Quickly or slowly, it moves on, leaving small ponds.

Monday, September 14, 2020


Waking up happens too often. Sleep moves at a different rate of speed. If there's a limit to the number of awakenings we're allowed, it would be best to somehow conserve them.

Some analogy is buried in there for learning and life experience. Lessons exist that most would like to put off, or not learn at all. Opened eyes to a new truth or concept can be like climbing a staircase in an M. C. Escher painting.

Then again, there's satisfaction and completion to be found after a good sleep. Rubbing eyes and looking at a new day full of possibilities can generate energy. Light seems brighter, images clearer.

There's always a chance, though, that the new day will leave you searching for a place to lay your head and rest. It's a gamble most are more than willing to take. Skipping school to sleep in on the worst days should be allowed.