“An optimist is someone who gets treed by a lion but enjoys the scenery.”
Winter is in the wings. The weatherman says single digits by tomorrow night. As soon as I finish here, I’m going to fill my feeders so the birds won’t go hungry. The bird man on NPR this morning said the birds would be at the feeders even more when it gets cold. I’m also going to hunt for the heater for the bird bath as that same bird man said birds need water this time of year even more than food.
Yesterday I was far busier than usual: the list of those accomplishments is long so today I have declared a day of rest as my back is a bit sore, and I’m tired. Today I’ll hunker down and watch the Tournaments of Roses parade and maybe read a bit later, but I suspect by late afternoon I’ll be a bit antsy and will probably haul up some bins to put more of Christmas away.
The new year has me thinking about my life. I don’t think I’d change much about it.
On summer mornings, I stand outside with the papers in my hand and listen to the birds, smell the flowers in the front garden and let the breeze touch me.
The star filled night sky awes me. At the ocean, the sky almost runs out of room for any more stars. I like to lie down in the cool sand and look at those stars in all their wonder and glory. I still wish on the first star I see.
A few snowflakes, then a few more and I run to the back door and turn on the light so I can watch the snow fall. I see the individuality of the flakes highlighted in the light. Sometimes I stick out my tongue and catch the snow.
I love to take a ride with no destination in mind. Out of curiosity, I take streets I’ve never been down before and sometimes I’m surprised by what I find: an old house, a field of flowers, a graveyard hidden by weeds and even a few horses, heads bent munching the grass. Sometimes I take all rights and other times I take all lefts.
I am still hopeful about the world, and I believe the best of people. I don’t think I could live my life any other way.
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January 2, 2012 at 12:23 pm
Life is getting better…..
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January 2, 2012 at 5:52 pm
Morpfy,
This song is especially fit for my musings today. I thought of my friends who have gone, those I haven’t seen in a while and those ones still close.
My life is better, no question about it.
January 2, 2012 at 1:02 pm
Raining again here today and tomorrow night a new storm will arrive. I’m a bit tired of that now 🙂
They still show bad movies on tv though so I can always watch some of those days like this 🙂
My life continues in mutch the same road and pace it has these last five years and I like it 🙂 Up early in the morning and especially in summer time out for a walk with my dogs and Bertil the cat. Unfortunately I still have to work for at least 18 years until retirement. Thankfully all swedes have a pension waiting for them and 65 is a rather good age to start retirement even if I would love to retire much earlier 🙂
Have a great day!
Christer.
January 2, 2012 at 6:27 pm
Christer,
It poured during the night. The sound was heavy enough to wake me up. Today is the last nice day for a while-time to get out my woolies and my mittens!
Today I’ve been taking Christmas down then taking breaks as my back doesn’t like any of the hauling. One more box for today then I’ll finish tomorrow. It’s sad!
65 used to be the retirement age here but now it’s risen. I don’t know the age now as I got a pension, not social security.
Enjoy the day!
January 2, 2012 at 5:34 pm
I woke with a back pain so been on pain killer pills all day. One of our feral kittens were killed last night, run down by a car in the stem, our long side road to get out of the compound here. We can’t figure it out. That cars run by that drive at night. Must be they blind a kitten or cat’s eyes but we’ve never witnessed this before and lived here 10 years. So that ruined our day. I was in rather shock most of the morning, what with my back pain as well.
January 2, 2012 at 6:28 pm
Z&Me,
You have my sympathy. I am resting my back as it started to ache because I am taing down Christmas and hauling boxes up and down the stairs. Skip is away so I’m stuck doing it myself.
I am so very sorry about the kitty.
January 2, 2012 at 6:09 pm
I loved Morpy’s post. It was over the New Year holiday in 1961 that the Fab Four went in to the Decca studios in London and were rejected. fifty years ago, it hardly seems possible. Decca threw their support behind Brian Poole and the Tremeloes, which was an ok pick but…..
January 2, 2012 at 6:11 pm
Sorry I meant 1962…anyways it was 50 years ago they were bounced by Decca
January 2, 2012 at 6:30 pm
My Dear Hedley,
Fifty years ago is a number difficult to swallow; I can’t believe it was so long ago.
I remember their fist hit here and pretty soon all you heard on the radio was the Beatles!
January 2, 2012 at 6:48 pm
It was awfully fun. I asked my Mum if I could invite them for tea and she said ok. I wrote them a letter but strangely they didn’t come.
A friend of mine (ok ex) did go over the John Lennons house for an autograph, knocked on the door, John and Cynthia were charming and invited them in.
January 2, 2012 at 8:14 pm
I don’t know what is the word for being half of an optimist and half of a pessimist — and I have a feeling I’m not sure I want to know.
I’m still very sad, though special things lift my spirit– Jewels being one of them, music being another. I’m fading…I wanted to wish you the best for this new year.
January 2, 2012 at 9:56 pm
Lori,
I’m not sure there is a word. Pessiopt?Optipess?
I am sorry you are so sad. Maybe even going out for a short while will give you a bit of life. If you can’t, crank up the tunes or watch a funny movie.
Happy New Year to you too, Lori
I hope next year is better than your last year!
January 2, 2012 at 9:57 pm
My Dear Hedley,
Sorry they didn’t come to tea!
I love the story about going over to John Lennon’s house.
January 3, 2012 at 3:13 pm
Absolutely true 🙂
January 3, 2012 at 3:28 pm
I believe you, never doubted it, my dear Hedley!