Sunday Thoughts
There’s a cold wind blowing, dried leaves are skittering down the dog run, heading south. The visiting Monarchs are departed. The heifers and their calves stopped by to feed this morning, and spooked when I came out onto the porch with my morning coffee. The cat boxes are ready for their first real test. Heat lamps go up this afternoon. I feel mostly recovered from whatever bug it was that bit me the other day. Pretty sure it was allergies, but isn’t that what everyone says.
Of course, I feel wrung out, but there’s nothing much to do, what with the weather turning like it is. I wish I still watched football, but I have little appetite for random games on television these days of any sport, golf included, which used to be a favorite time killing pastime of mine. Of course, in my youth TV watching was free, nowadays everyone wants a nickel. These days I mostly satisfy myself with clips on social media of the stunning plays, saving myself a lot of time, I suppose.
Sometimes I wish I was a more industrious fellow, but I’m not sure what good would come of it. But I’ve made peace with my willingness to sit idly by. I can get things done but I tend to run on a more glacial clock than most, being satisfied to keep the house tidy and let the bigger projects slowly take shape then fade into oblivion when I realize the pointless nature of the venture. In a way, I suppose it’s my filtering mechanism at work, because in my experience I have gotten in way more trouble acting rashly, than I ever have by doing and saying nothing.