Random Bits
It’s raining, but we’re not setting any records. It’s cold too. A front has arrived. It will be chill all week. About time. It’s fall. October. Let’s do this. I have my long sleeve shirts at the ready. Jackets, too. I just wish there was more rain, but we’ll have to make do with what we got which was not much. The rain gauge shows barely a tenth of an inch at our place. Disappointing for sure.
Maybe that’s why the buzzards are circling the pasture. They sense a carrion opportunity. They want to feast on my desiccated carcass. Fat chance. At least not yet. It’s more likely I simply caught them coming up off their roost as they were getting ready to go look for breakfast. Good hunting boys, and thanks for cleaning the roads. I saw them feasting on a wild hog the other day. That was a first.
Meanwhile my only news is a massage this morning to keep the old body loose and limber. It’s surprising how medicinal a massage can be. Good for the body, good for the soul. I’m on the road to tomorrow for dental work in Houston. Then back home. Ah, the life of an old, retired guy. Lots of high points, he said with a wry smile. There will be music later this week, but there’s always music because that’s another thing that keeps me going. Songs and singers and guitars and the bands playing on.
John W. Wilson is the author of The Long Goodbye: A Caregiver's Tale