And, no, not really; another peach, even if we did lose 20 degrees of our nice 70 degree days. Might be age, but when it cools off, I do start to come back to life.
Anyway, got out the office fairly quick this mornin', even if I did come back, pay some bills, run to the post and the tradin' post, pay another and get some gas. So many different "hats" these days, it is a little difficult keep up with the chores and the ponies, but I oughtn't complain; even just a visit with the bunch, or a few minutes with the boys, can sure put a smile on my face. And, I guess, somewhere deep down inside, I believe it will get better. So, many magical things keep happening, I guess I'm convinced, magically, help will arrive and I will be able to delegate some a those "hats".
Comin' home from the tradin' post, I figured it wouldn't take too long swing by a neighbor's house deliver a book I'd been meanin' to send to her gran nephew. A youngster used to live just down the way with his granpa and gramma. Really sweet kid, bright, respectful and sincere. Well, his granpa, has had a few strokes over the past few years and this last one hit him pretty hard, so they up and quit for Albuquerque, where their daughter lives and the youngster, a course, went with. I was thinkin' how it mighta been kinda hard on him, movin' to town and how my little book might just remind him of his life up here and the folks that liked him so much.
Anyway, I had a real nice visit with his grand aunt (?) And she ended up buyin' two books for her grandkids. Pretty simple, but it sure didn't HAVE to turn out so nice and my bank account got a good breath of fresh air.
Then I got home and a real fine horseman from up north, that I admire a lot, where he's an equally fine human bein', had left me a note, that he'd got his book and how pleased he was. Again, pretty simple, but somehow, from here, it all seems kinda magical; I mean I do believe in cause and effect, but so much happens these days, so kind, I'm just not sure, anybody could "cause" that.
Heard a wise man once say, "if you let this life, it just gets better and better". Maybe I'm just gettin' older and less able, to prevent it, so; there's a giggle and a good one!
Have a nice night!
Best,
jeune
I think prevention is a learned behavior, reinforced by fear. Small children who have not yet learned to fear or been taught how to prevent their natural enjoyment of life, seem to find anything and everything equally enjoyable.
ReplyDeleteAs we grow, we lose that capacity, until, like Wordsworth said, "Shades of the prison-house begin to close upon the growing boy." Those who are fortunate, who find a way to listen again to their hearts, who give up the prevention of joy imposed on them by society.... Their lives can get better and better. And how sweet is that? Looks like your day just answered that question.