I was standing in my mother's front yard a while ago, when I noticed the squirrels in the trees. In hers alone where 6 squirrels. There were at least that many across the street.
In the past, a few 22 rounds, a little time, a few cups of rice, some onions, some seasoning and a little flour would have yielded a few days worth of food for a family. The gumbo would have been simple, but nourishing food.
Things aren't so simple now. People work too hard to gain things that only leave memories and messes when it's all over. We leave this world as broke and naked as we arrived. Maybe we should embrace the simple things more and realize the world is much more interesting when it's not viewed from the windshield of a car on a freeway.
In Case You've Wondered
My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.
If you're here for the stories, I started another blog: scratchingforchange.blogspot.com
One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.
I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.