Some days . . .

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It has been an odd morning for me. Usually, I sit here with my coffee watching the activity outside my window, and browsing the web for news of friends and the world. I don’t answer many email nor make comments on social sites at this time when my brain is still cottony from sleep. But I do write of waking up, my plans for the day, comments on the news and such.

But today my fingers went down an unexpected path that took up the whole morning. It was a lamentation on my own lack of spiritual depth, and of those who seek to enlighten me. Eight or ten pages into the mini-rant, I stopped, and realized I didn’t want anyone to see it. It was personal and painful, and not very edifying to anyone but me.

I have learned over the years to not wear my religion on my sleeve. I do not do piety very well. And I have learned to keep the doors to my personal sanctuary shut. My writing this morning left those doors open, so I hit the [Delete] key, then prepared Sunday brunch. I wasn’t going to write today because I have some pressing chores, but here I am, still in sleepwear and barefoot, writing fluff.

Fluff it is, and fluff is what you get.

Anyways … (dj?) Made eggs and sausage muffins this am. They are quick and easy. A small tube of five biscuits, four Jimmy Dean turkey sausage patties, two slices of American cheese, two hard fried eggs for me, and two runny eggs for Snookums. My glucose is still off the scale, so no fruit juice this morning, which is a minor tragedy to me. But it went well.

And today is take down the Sukkah day. The High Holy Days have come and gone, and the sukkah is starting to look like an afterthought in my yard. If my energy lasts, I’ll vacuum out the rescue mobile, disinfect the kennel carriers, wash the bedding, and get myself ready for the next transport.

It is still very green here, we haven’t had a frost yet, and probably won’t until December. I need to mow the grass short so that the spring Bermuda grass doesn’t have to compete with the overgrowth next year. But I think that will happen later this week. I have a lot of maintenance to do on the tractors. I didn’t properly prepare them this Spring, and they are paying me back for that lapse.

So what’s with the new year? I dunno. I don’t even care to make a list this year. I have stopped making long-range plans, and I have scaled back some of my larger gardening projects. I just don’t have time to do much of anything, so if I can’t mow it, it goes ..

So’s … on this sour note, my week begins …

A late good morning!

3 thoughts on “Some days . . .

    tenderlytina said:
    October 19, 2014 at 1:23 pm

    Sour in the morning is supposed to be good for the digestion. Lemon water is a wonderful daily jump start. ;P


      rustyarmor responded:
      October 19, 2014 at 2:09 pm

      It might work later in the day, but at that time of morning it would put three thoughts more than I allow in my brain. Hot water. Get lemon. Squeeze lemon.
      My mind just repeats the mantra “Coffee. Rusty need Coffee!
      But I do got the sour part down. 😀


        tenderlytina said:
        October 19, 2014 at 2:12 pm

        Hee hee, I do water, tea & coffee sometimes I mix the coffe & tea together. I bet you smile in the mornings. You seem like someone who smiles.


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