Another day, thanks

The world was moving She was right there
with it And she was. –And She Was/Talking Heads

8:15 and all is well. An eagle just snagged a fish out of the lake
with a big splash. That may be the most drama we’ll have today.




I had a PBJ, potato chips, beer and a pepperoni
stick for dinner last night.

I’m not sure what day it even is.

all good.


Look! A post with no pictures of clouds!

And I wonder
I wo-wo-wo-wo-wonder.

Our “plan” is to do some loafing around on the State Park end of the lake.

Unless something else comes to mind.

Who knows.

Like a lot of us, I wonder about things. Especially when I have a lot of free time. Like when I’m spending a lot of time reclining and gazing at clouds, trees, water and blue sky. Stars.

Do you ever wonder what would happen if everything we did that was karmically worthy of reward or punishment resulted in a person receiving that reward or punishment immediately on our behalf? Sort of our karmic twin.

Would it change our behavior for the better? Or would we continue to muddle along like we do now?

I’m guessing we wouldn’t change. I mean we do stuff all the time that hurts us, even though we know it will.

Maybe we’d be kinder if someone else was reaping what we sow.

I wonder.

It’s easy to wonder when you’re watching the wind blow waves across a lake and boats drift by.

I also wonder if woodpeckers get headaches from all that wood pecking. Or if their bills get sore.

My beer is empty. There is a definite limit to how profound I am with an empty glass.

At some point, I will get tired of pictures in Joseph

Life turned and wandered
Never to look back again.

Smoke ’em if you got ’em.
Drink up.

And don’t get your hopes up about me getting tired of posting pictures of clouds above…everything. It’ll never happen.

We survived the thunderstorm last night, and the zom-Bee didn’t kill me in my sleep. (In the alteration to the time space continuum known as Vacation in which I currently reside, all time references are relative. No, I do not know to what. )

Went on a drive this morning into the Imnaha Canyon, then had lunch back in the Joseph-adjacent Hurricane Ridge after a walk. Saw some more deer.

Mark’s gone fishin’ again. I’m on the front porch with a beverage and a book. Kind of an odd book about a necromancer called Johannes Cabal. Back to fiction today.

So it’s another beautiful day to be grateful for.

For which to be grateful.

Whichever way I say it, I’m happy to be.