Breakfast

Big spoon little spoon two forks and a knife

Just setting the table with the love of my life

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Sheriff Ingredients

My sister is a trained volunteer sheriff for her city.  Two days ago, she broke one of her toes against a bed leg and had been hobbling around painfully.  We were texting this morning …

She said, “I’ve decided to find a replacement for Sheriff ingredients tomorrow.”

I asked, “Ingredients?”

“Dumb dictionary!”

I laughed out loud and sniggered and she said, “Ignore it.”  Of course, that’s impossible.

I texted back, “How to make a sheriff…one uniform, one car, one partner…”

She added, “One doughnut, no, two doughnuts.”  Then she added, “The word ingredients was just supposed to be –ing at the end of sheriff for sheriffing.

I knew that, but I liked the mistake better—more scope for the imagination.

But Not Here

A conglomerate of wild flowers desperately guards the normally exciting, noisy stream

Large and small flowers, bushy, grassy, single stemmed, all drown the senses with amazing colors, all lean over the stream, embracing it for themselves, choking, slowing down the lively gush

Streams must pass and that is life

Desperately hoarding the lively, babbling water or a life’s running course only creates dammed up, silent, stagnate pools fit only for unwanted things

Streams must pass and that is life

The selfish plant life must be trimmed back, allowing the happy creek to bubble and babble on its way to God knows where…but not here

The selfish refusal to let go must be trimmed back to allow an aged father, who used to be a lively, bubbly human life, to flow on to God knows where…

but not here

From a beautiful but sad morning walk August 31st, 2017… I can’t stop my loved ones from flowing around the next bend and the next, any more than they can stop me.  That’s what makes streams and creeks so beautiful to us.  Enjoy the music of life while you’re in the presence of the magnificent rush…

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

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.