“The Sun, with all the planets revolving around it, and depending on it, can still ripen a bunch of grapes as though it had nothing else in the Universe to do.”
When I opened the front door this morning, the sun came pouring in then just a little bit later it disappeared. It’s appeared again, and Fern is lying straight out on her back basking in the sun. A breeze makes the day seem colder than it is and is strong enough to sway the bird feeders, but the birds don’t seem to mind. Male goldfinches with their bright yellow chests, a pair of cardinals, my friends the chickadees and the nuthatches and titmice are all dropping by for a late breakfast.
I have nothing planned for today. I’m thinking a sloth day. I’ll make my bed, brush my teeth, feed the animals and that’s about it. I see an afternoon nap in my future.
There are leaves on the top of the oak tree near the deck. The leaves are tiny, but I don’t care. They are the first stirrings of spring in my yard beyond the blooming of the bulbs I planted last fall. Some of my neighbors’ trees are already leafy, but those trees sit where the sun warms them most of the day. I think it won’t be long before my trees are leafy enough to hide the deck, and I’ll be back to sitting in a tree house high above the ground.
When I see movies where one of the characters is told to pack a bag, grab her passport and leave on the next plane, I always wish I had a job like that, one where exotic places become almost commonplace, and I know the best restaurant where the locals eat, probably a small place on a side street that only a discerning eye could find. I guess I’d have to be a spy for such spontaneous flight as a job in business would be far more planned. No question about it: I’d be better suited for being a spy than a businesswoman.
My trunk is filled with the week’s trash, litter and recyclables, but I’m not going to the dump. Last week I went on Friday and upset the fragile balance of my world. Gracie and I will wait for tomorrow and all will be right with our world.
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April 27, 2012 at 12:29 pm
In between listening to “Blunderbuss” and laughing at the Beach Boys, I have decided that I really need to go and see “The Pirates, Band of Misfits” and that means I need The Prince. I have reached out to try to secure some time with him to head to the movies. He will like it, I will love it, we get to wear 3D glasses.
Thank you for buying Jeeps and Suh-mobiles, Chrysler’s first quarter results were spectacular. Come on down Mr President and take a bow.
April 27, 2012 at 6:26 pm
My Dear Hedley,
The Pirated movie got an excellent review in the Boston Globe today. The author suggested Johnny Depp might find a few pointers in the Misfits about being a pirate.
How will the Chrysler news be skewed against Mr. President?
April 27, 2012 at 6:46 pm
The idiot Romney will claim that the President only did it to get a Suh autograph and a Fiat Cabriolet.
We don’t forget who stood up when it really mattered. On Monday Chrysler will be announcing that they will be leasing space in the city of Detroit.
April 27, 2012 at 2:37 pm
We’ve had a rather nice day over here, mostly sunny with a few showers but with a strong wind all the time. I went to Falköping this morning and took some photos, after that I managed to sleep some on the couch.I slept around 4 hours last night, my thumb showed me what hell might be like 🙂 🙂 🙂
The trees are getting leafs too now so finally it feels like spring has arrived 🙂
Great that You’re going back to normal routines, I’m not sure if I can take another injured thumb 🙂 🙂 🙂
Have a great day my friend!
Christer.
April 27, 2012 at 6:27 pm
Christer,
I know exactly how awful it must have been trying to sleep and being awakend by the pain. The only good thing is each day it will be less and less. You must be exhausted-naps would be great ideas.
I hope your eveniing is better and more pain free!
April 27, 2012 at 6:14 pm
The Secret Service has a few openings. Why not apply for a job there?
April 27, 2012 at 6:28 pm
Z&Me,
At least they’d know I wouldn’t be hiring prostitutes!
April 27, 2012 at 8:07 pm
This sloth is too tired to leave a reply. I have just enough energy to wave. I see a Kate song, so I’ll wander up there and listen.
Lori
April 27, 2012 at 10:46 pm
Lori,
I have done a bunch of errands this week, went to trivial last night and have to go to the dump tomorrow. I needed today to recharge my batteries,
April 28, 2012 at 3:25 am
It seems to me that the role of the traveling for business/spy missions might be just a mite over played! To me it seems more like trying to get some rest enroute to wandering an interim set of hallways waiting for the next flight to leave. As for the wonderful hole in the wall, that generally leads to gastric suicide, accompanied by more long sleepless, restless, nights.
Whereas a weekly trip to the dump can be quite comforting, especially with a pal.
Greeting from the world’s largest sandbox. Its getting warm here and, according to Isabel, the hot water will be shut off shortly as the tanks on the roof will be absorbing enough heat to make showering quite comfortable. That will be sans any water cool enough to temper the hot. Should be, and so far is, an interesting visit. No job yet, but have been applying almost daily. After so long in paradise, I dread the thought of being responsible to an employer again. But, such is life, at least for now.
Enjoy!
Carl
April 28, 2012 at 11:10 am
Carl,
I could be the “innocent” tourist seeing all the sights who is working undercover so as not to be suspected!
Today we will go to the dump. Gracie is sleeping, gathering her strength for the adventure!
I remember in Ghana where I had no hot water, but if I was quick, I could finish my shower with the first water out of the pipe warm from the sun. Sometimes, though, the cold water was a welcome relief!