I Promised........

I promised myself that I would not write about another rainy day and that I'm up early only because a fuzzy paw nudged me to come downstairs for potty purposes.  What I also promised was that for sure I'd write about the new keyboard that is paired with my Android. No matter how hard I tried, there was no slowing down my speedy fingers.  It was either get a keyboard or seek therapy.  I figured the keyboard was cheaper and would afford me the better results of the two.

 I also promised myself that I wouldn't talk about yesterday's sunshine or dwell on any facet of the weather.  That's the only topic of conversation in this part of the grain belt.  That's why I desperately wanted to guide today's musings in a different direction.  Who wants to keep reading about water dripping down the window panes or how green the grass is getting.  There's about only so much of that nature stuff a person can handle day after day after day.

And, truly, who cares to know that yesterday I took advantage of the patio, had a picnic with the fuzzy one while daddy was gone, and that we pushed back the lounge chair and snoozed.  There's no excitement in knowing that either.  The other thing I promised to write about was the little wren that started to sing to us while maneuvering twigs in one of our wren houses.  Yeah!  My summer is complete if we have baby wrens born in the house that Dale's dad made for us a long time ago.

Some days I make notes to myself about things to write about, and then I misplace them or they get tossed by the roommate.   Notebooks are tucked and scattered all through the house.  It won't matter how techy our world gets, I shall always require a notebook and pen to scribble things I need to remember.  The pages are good places to doodle, as well.  Doodling is good for us on those days when our minds are unsettled and don't know quite where to land.  Each of us has our own objects we doodle.  What are yours?   Mine are flowers, trees, stick people, stars, square boxes, and other sillies.  Back when I attended meetings, I'd bring my agenda back to the office adorned with vines and leaves that encircled the 8x11 sheet of paper.

My first cup of coffee is gone, and nobody needs to know that either.  But, it's my world, my day, and that's what's going on for me.  Isn't that what life is like for all of us?  It's a string of little things like the weather, how it affects us, what we do to pair ourselves with the elements, and how we drink our coffee or our tea.  So often we get tangled in the wires that make us reach for things far outside our reach.  I've grown to recognize the length of the line on my pole and accept how far I'm able to cast my bait.  I'm never disappointed, because sometimes the things closest to me bring the warmest and the fuzziest.

I need more coffee.