Here is the long and short of it. Sometimes I lose my zip. I go flat. Like a tire in the winter time.
I can’t help it really. I mean, I lead a pretty dull life….truth be told. I am not complaining one iota. I like it that way. I like routine, and certainty, and “steady as she goes.” The life of the introvert.
But when you do the same thing, day in, and day out… well… the tales of my adventures on the high seas are few and far between.
Part of it is really quite good. I get enlivened over some pretty “ordinary” things. I mean, every day I get completely excited about the prospect of breakfast. I’m not kidding. But when I say “ordinary”…. I truly meant “routine” for the likes of you and I. There are a gazillion people in the world that don’t have any idea what breakfast looks like. I give thanks for my incredible good fortune…. to have breakfast each day, for one thing.
But there are other events that stir me up and give me the jigs. The kind of jigs when you dance around the kitchen and do little shimmies, and little shakes. And make little morocco motions with your hands.
Like yesterday, we saw two male Red-Tailed Hawks, have a little bit of a slap-down, over the territory at the top of a tree. Penthouse argument, I suppose. Then…. few minutes later, we saw a couple of Red-Bellied Woodpeckers carrying on in the same manner. Maybe it was the full moon. Who knows. But these, are the little moments, where life is full of happy. And, those Angry Birds. Go figure.
But I started out telling you that sometimes I don’t feel like I have a lot to write about and that I am boring the holy crap out of you. And I shouldn’t worry about it. But I do.
I care about you…. all of my 610 friends on Facebook. Even though I am an introvert and would be fine in a cave, I TRULY CARE about people. (Hey, a big note on the cave…. it would have to have some amenities, like a hot shower, internet access, a TV, and a grocery nearby.)
Another segue. I heard on the news tonight, that of ALL your friends on Facebook, there are probably only about 3 who would “go the mile” for you. I think it is true that most people have only a few close friends. However, I think a lot of my friends on Facebook would help me out in a pinch.
They would go out win one for the Gipper, I bet you. Okay. Now there’s another thing. Why always the Gipper. Who the heck was the Gipper really? How many people win it for the Gipper….. YET….. they never know that he was a halfback at Notre Dame in the 1920s who caught a bad cold, and died from complications?
Oh, how I can run on. And on, and on.
Here is my deal, I guess. I am back at this writing thing. I was never really away… I was just trying to put some air the tires. Apparently, the hot air went in my lungs, because I am a little long-winded tonight.
One more thing though. Somebody wrote something on my wall today, and I wasn’t quite sure how to take it. I, in my true skittish form, said… “I just don’t think I’m going to write this thing any more.” But then, the tides turned. The wind beneath my Michelin’s. You see…. Not long after I read the first comment…. a friend send me a personal message. He said… “I wake up to Polly every morning.” And it made me do the kitchen jig thing. With those little Morocco fists and all.
It is nice finding that place where you can just go and relax.
Goodness is about character – integrity, honesty, kindness, generosity, moral courage, and the like. More than anything else, it is about how we treat other people.
Be not simply good – be good for something.
–Henry David Thoreau
The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun.