June 24

Got up a little later than usual this morning. At 5:28 the dawn had already gotten a good start but I don't think I missed anything. If I looked for a positive I'd first say that I probably saved nine or ten cents in electricity since I didn't need to turn so many lights on to navigate. Of course I would need to insert the fact that I stayed up rather late last night with lots of lights on as I finished a book and therefore, if it was figured, there was probably no savings but most likely in fact, a loss. I'll just drop this after I mention the really big positive, I was alive and able to get up! Blessed again! Thank God! Hallelujah!

Jump up spin around, make a pot of coffee.
Jump up spin around, take a shower too.
Jump up spin around, down the stairs.
Sit down sat down, now what'll I do?--------------Bummer

Sitting here thinking, I am very able to see how much I, and I suspect a whole passel of other folks take for granted. What with another whole day and night of blessings, miracles and wondrous happenings behind me I'm unable to pick up on a thing interesting enough to type about. Isn't life a little weird?

I had to interrupt this for Glenda's call for a bite of breakfast. I think I may have learned something too. She asked me how my eggs tasted and I truthfully told her they were great. I really like fried eggs. She asked if they tasted any different than the others in the days past. Of course the answer was no. "Well", she said, "these were brown eggs instead of white". From this I'm thinking it may be true that beyond the surface we're all basically the same. The fact she bought the brown eggs because of their bargain price of fifty cents a dozen has no relation to anything and I'm sorry I mentioned it!

"One way to stop a runaway horse is to bet on him." ---Jeffrey Bernard.........Or click delete!---Bummer

It could also work on a mule, a donkey or an ass. A dumb-ass is one who just plods along through life without realizing that he is in a race. If all the racers were asses betting on one wouldn't help. It would be like a lot of us and can only be left to bare-ass luck.

I'll race now to the send button and you can race to the delete.