I’m a dumbass, but easily entertained

We drove to Indian Crossing this morning for a short hike,
picnic and fishing. Some dumbass left her shoes at the cabin. Oops.
Change in plans: stop at the Hell’s Canyon overlook and a drive.
I’m not so much of a dumbass that we attempted the hike with me in
flip flops.

On the way there, we saw wildlife in the form of
cattle. Cattle in the middle of the road. Gotta love open range
land. They must be some sort of climbing breed–there was steep
rock going any way they would have come from.

Evolutionary note:
yellow jackets at the Hell’s Canyon overlook swarm around incoming
vehicles that park there to check for squashed bugs they can eat.

We’ll have our picnic for dinner instead.

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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.

Coffee.

Sun.

Lake.

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

I’m not sure what day it even is.

It’s
all good.

 

Look! A post with no pictures of clouds!

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

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.