Strange Morning
Just came in from sitting out on the deck. That's all I do lately: sit on the deck, take a nap, sit on the front porch, take a nap, sit in the living room... you get the idea. Once again, the cosmos has crapped on my head. After an adult lifetime of eating whole grains and bean sprouts and exercising whether I liked it or not, my genes served me up a big serving of whoop ass in the form of a heart attack two weeks ago.
So instead of joining the exodus of country commuters in the mornings, I sit on the deck and watch them go. Except this morning, I've seemed to have missed them. No cars, no school buses, just the tweeting and chirping of the birds, the back and forth coos of the mourning doves, and the hungry, plaintive mooing of the cows carried on the humid air for miles. Somebody should have fed them by now.
Something's going on across the road. Through the trees in my yard, I can see the evergreens in back of my neighbor's lawn. It looks like a woman in a nightgown looking for something. Can't tell who it is. I'll call over there and see if everything's okay.
Funny.
At least I'm far far away from the trouble in the city.
So instead of joining the exodus of country commuters in the mornings, I sit on the deck and watch them go. Except this morning, I've seemed to have missed them. No cars, no school buses, just the tweeting and chirping of the birds, the back and forth coos of the mourning doves, and the hungry, plaintive mooing of the cows carried on the humid air for miles. Somebody should have fed them by now.
Something's going on across the road. Through the trees in my yard, I can see the evergreens in back of my neighbor's lawn. It looks like a woman in a nightgown looking for something. Can't tell who it is. I'll call over there and see if everything's okay.
Funny.
At least I'm far far away from the trouble in the city.