Dork Fish

In an aquarium in Florida 

 

Three minutes and forty seconds of life

I sat on the patio reading book 2 of the North and South series on my Kindle.  The resident cardinal  chirped good night in the gathering darkness as lightning bugs flashed their call for mates around the white and pink blooms of rose of Sharon bushes. The little fountain splashed quietly. No politics or work or worries about bills intruded on my thoughts of contentment. Movement caught my eye and a bunny hopped slowly across the lawn stopping to eat a bite of grass or weed, sniffing the air constantly for danger. I closed my book and sat, enjoying the summer evening. I offered a prayer of thanks and went inside still wondering why Ghislaine Maxwell is in jail if she trafficked minors to nobody? 

Hippy Music Saturday

 

I’m getting too old for this

Yesterday I helped the youngest move a couch and loveseat into his apartment. An upstairs apartment. It was warm outside. It is summer here in Hoosierland. 

Today I ache in muscles I forgot I had. Back during Covid when I was forced to work at the Big Box home improvement store to survive, I did lots of lifting and carrying of stuff - frequently very heavy stuff like grills and shelves. These days, I don’t get the same daily workout. 

These two of us managed to get the furniture up the stairs and into the apartment. All is well. Except my shoulders. And my legs. We won’t even discuss my aching back.  My bad foot is crying out for attention. I have these scrapes on my arms and hands…

Our Friend Ed

 Blogger EdB has been a reader and commenter here since almost the beginning. I consider him a friend I never met. 

Now, he is facing some real challenges. 

If you are the praying kind, I know he would appreciate it.  A comment of encouragement would certainly help lift his spirits. 

Should I go?

 

Hump day

 I have nothing. 

Willie Loman is my doppelgänger

After a well-deserved week of vacation I got mostly caught up yesterday. As with nearly every vacation in my professional life, I worked a little while I was off. I read every email, answered a few. I replied to a few texts and took a couple of phone calls. I logged on and listened to one short Teams meeting.  

The wife admonished, “You’re on vacation!” 

The thing is, that 3/4 hour or so I spent each day keeping abreast paradoxically helped me better enjoy my vacation. More importantly, it kept me from being completely overwhelmed when I logged on yesterday morning. 

Am I a workaholic? I don’t believe so. Do I care about my job? Very much. If I had the means would I retire? Absolutely, unequivocally, yes.