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.

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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.

Saturday, October 5, 2019

It's the Little Things

My wife, and I, were sitting on the porch this morning, enjoying the cooler air, and beautiful clear skies. The mist on the pond was dancing along the surface, and the rays of the rising sun glistened on the almost still water.

We were looking at a new arrival; a red-shouldered hawk perched on the top a neighbor's power pole. It would swoop down to the ground, and return with a small morsel, which we guessed was one of the numerous small frogs that appeared after the last flood.

As we sat, a young doe left the woods, eased up to the road, and stood for a few seconds before returning to the safety of the woods. It looked lost, or attempting to find a companion. Its ears were in constant motion, and skittish is too bland of a word to describe its behavior.

So, it's the little things that make the day. With a pleasant start, a good cup of coffee, and the smell of bacon frying, the day started on a grand note. How it progresses is yet to be seen, but my attitude demands I'll make the best of what it brings.


  1. It is the little things. A very good reminder for us all. Sounds like the day is off to a good start.

  2. We used to see lots of rabbits around our place. When I leave the Army Guard base at St Cloud Airport we see deer all the time. Your right its the little things that make the difference in life

  3. What a time to savor.
    Thanks for sharing.

  4. There was a deep rain going on this morning when I got up. Then The Mrs. "lost" her phone password. So she managed to get into it by randomly doing the same typo she'd done three times in a row, so we could back it up.

    Then I had steak.

    I made the best of the steak.

  5. The day did have one moment of tribulation. A roll of breakfast sausage, which was percolating under the back seat of the car for a week, burst and filled the care with the aroma of road-kill. We now are dealing with removing the odor.