September 24

A new day can begin without sunshine and we're proving it here this morning. The sun will probably make a belated appearance sometime this morning because the chance of moisture is so very slight. The conditions are good for making our own moisture with the high humidity, heat and work to be done. And I'll tell you what! I typed this and didn't flinch a bit. I'm beginning to like this manual labor stuff. Some of the aches and pains still cause extra grunts or groans when I move certain ways but the deep dull throbbing continuous pain has pretty much abated.

Today, after I help Dale unload some blocks I'm thinking of coasting. Glenda and the girls will probably go bowling, giving me a chance to lounge in the recliner and read. If it would rain or just stay cloudy would help that sit a lot. With a sunny sky, guilt sometimes interferes with my minds interpretation of the words of the books story. My tiny little mind can't handle many sneaky foreign thoughts wondering about therein.

I've always done a lot of minding and should have it down pretty pat after 63 years but I'm not sure the old mind has been with me full time. Anyway, I have in the past, tried to mind my manners and do to some degree still. I usually mind Glenda and at times lots of other folks, even if I doubt it is the right course for the time or not. I really mind others that don't even seem to try being courteous. I mind some of the direction that I get from Glenda. I mind some of them even a lot of those I mind. Quite a few in fact I mind while I mind them.

I'm not sure but after reading this I think I must have been through another spell of mindlessness. The note seems to have suffered but there was no pain for me nor was I able to tell that it was absent. It must be a pretty common occurrence in my life. I'm going to follow my mind.....I'm outta here!

I'll bet you didn't know......that today is National Bluebird of Happiness Day? Sing out about the joys of life. The bluebird became the symbol of happiness after a writer called Maurice Maeterlinck wrote a play called 'The Blue Bird' in 1908.