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

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.

The Present in History

(I had this experience back in May 7,  2016.  Just discovered it in my notes)

“Anything else for you? Okeedokee. If you need anything you be sure to let me know, ok?” The waitress made comments and asked questions at all the tables throughout the historic wooden stable room-turned dining area.

I watched her and the other diners, while I soaked up the clatter of plates being cleared off tables, feet thudding across the ancient wooden floors, voices and laughter drifting over from the different booths and tables in the Spread Eagle Tavern and Inn. I imagined hearing Lincoln’s voice chatting with people inside the inn proper, on his way to be president of the United States.

“Did you save room for dessert?” asked the waitress at one of the booths that used to be stables for horses underneath the hay loft.