Secret Prayer Brother

My Sweetie received a ball cap in the mail recently and he was so happy.  He said his Secret Prayer Brother had sent it.  I said, “Really?”  Maybe the men in the church had decided to set up a secret brothers encouragement group like the women’s secret sisters.  He said, “Me.”  I laughed.

A few days later, he was upset because we drove off to do our weekly grocery shopping and he had left his ball cap at home.  He likes wearing hats.  I started rambling about how I like to wear hats too and he interrupted, “It’s the cap from my Prayer Brother.”  Sentimental value.  Ha!

A Different Way

Drove to Boardman using State Route 9 to Highway 62 to Greenford to State Route 7 to Highway 224

Drove home the same way

The scenery in reverse

Trees, corn fields, barns, ponds, cattle, farm houses

When ready for the return to Boardman to complete business

I said, “Gotta go a different way.”

He said, “Which way?”

I said, “Highway  30.  Different scenery.”

Drove Lincoln Highway 30 to Lisbon to Freeway 11 north to Highway 224

Trees, corn fields, barns, ponds, cattle, farm houses

But different ones

Lost in Pittsburgh

Went out for a jaunt, a mosey along to Pittsburgh
through green countryside, crop fields and tall forests
among ancient brick homes and modern junky hole-on-the-walls

Stopped to walk through the Raccoon Creek Wild Flower Reserve then
over two-lane winding roads and on 4-lane freeways, then an under
mountain tunnel and then over bridges into a packed and totally
confusing city between three large rivers meeting together

We mosied on the wrong side of the freeway and jaunted east past the
Allegheny River until we were shunted off a side street and moved onto a
road over a bridge on the Allegheny going to north Pittsburgh and
worked our way back over the bridge finding ourselves in The Strip shopping area

Got hungry and saw a MacD’s suddenly but discovered ourselves on another bridge
jaunting back to the north side, worked our way back, turning here, there and
found the lot to park and eat lunch, then tried to go a bit south to see the river that
starts with an M that becomes the Ohio, but somehow got on a road that shunted us back over the river that starts with an M and into the tunnel going west and the only way to return would be to drive ten
miles turn around and get stuck in traffic going through the tunnel again…

We decided to go to a big indoor mall near Pittsburgh airport but after shunting here
turning there driving over yonder we never found an indoor mall and
instead jaunted, mosied along back home through green countryside on
winding 2-lane roads among growing crops of corn and tall green forests

LIttle Sisters Rock!

Yesterday afternoon I texted my little sister (in San Diego)…

“We’re having rip snorting rain storms this afternoon!  I had to go out and fix the tomatoes, they were leaning over, along with my bell peppers!  Thunder is rolling over right now…and the wind?  Oh, my!”

My little sister immediately came back with…

“We’re having a sun storm!  Waves of heat knocking us backward when we try to step outside!  Hope this sun storm passes over real quick!”

Little sisters rock!

Beware of Gifts

(I wrote this during winter, haven’t shared it til now)

Danger lurks around us every second of the day. When I throw out bird seed to a bunch of sparrows, they just have a marvelous time, but they also have to keep an eye out for the neighborhood cats. I worried that I was setting them up for suffering, instead of giving them a nice, unlooked for gift. Then yesterday, I noticed the birds were gone, except for three, very still, not moving in the snow, looking like smudges. I thought, Uh oh. Then, a huge, beautifully colored, hawk-like bird floated by, low, a bit further up the field, and I understood. It was like watching the Lord of the Rings with the Ringwraiths on their flying dragons.

So, I thought, Should I continue giving the birds my gift? The gift could mean death if they are not paying attention. Then I thought, all gifts, all things in this life, have the element of mortal danger attached to them. Too much food, not enough—danger of obesity or other food related problems vs. starvation and thievery. Too much money, not enough—danger of greed and arrogance vs. poverty. Everything needs to be accepted with eyes wide open to the danger within us or to the danger of predators around us. So, I will still give the birds my free meals, because anything good, even with danger attached, is still good and happily appreciated. I love gifts and a helping hand, too. I mean, even a hungry hawk would appreciate a helping hand now and then, don’t you think?

Hen House Stalkers

Arrived at the white, red-trimmed hen house for collecting

big rocks to put in the bottom of my new veggie tank garden

Pulled myself out of the car and saw a large rooster

standing on one leg at the road-corner of the coop

black-speckled, brilliant-red wattle and crest, beady eyes staring my direction

He suddenly opened his beak and produced a loud cockadoodling that made

His whole body stretch toward the sky

I laughed and noticed the coop’s open door, protected with a screen-door

and realized this handsome fellow was role-playing Adam’s part

hanging around the forbidden fruits

He ‘doodled again as I clucked the best chicken garble I knew while

making my way around the back of the house to find a pile of rocks

I picked up two rocks, carried them back to the car, turned to make

another trip and noticed the rooster now staring through the screen door

desperately trying to see the invisible cackling hens

He cockadoodled to the sky a couple more times

I laughed again and picked my way to the back for more rocks

After several trips, I saw that the rooster had left, but he ‘doodled from across the

narrow road and an answering ‘doodle sounded from a

second black-speckled rooster, just as imposing as the first

Those hens had better watch out, two roosters stalking on a pretty spring day!

Inaction in the Rain

Sitting in the car, in the rain, waiting on trains

Thoughts splashing around our brains, like…

“It’s raining and we’re held up, so naturally the bladder wakes up!”

“’Passing trains’ is a nice title for a book or a musical group…”

“How ‘bout ‘Transports Passing’, or…”

“Wait! Speaking of transport passing, I really gotta go…” and the trains end

Travel takes the thoughts off of pressing matters.