I know this guy. Spinach eater. Big forearms. Pretty nice guy. I think he is a sailor by trade. His name is Johnny Sherman. But everyone calls him Popeye. He has a bad squinty eye, and all.
At any rate, Popeye stopped by the other day. He brought one of his geese. For dinner. He had just finished plucking that goose when a gust of wind scattered all of the feathers. Quite amazed…. he leaned back and said…. ‘Well, blow me down.’
Well, blow me down.
It might be the night for a little down time.
See you tomorrow…. with my good eye.
“Instructions for living a life.
Tell about it.”
― Mary Oliver
“Be the reason someone smiles. Be the reason someone feels loved and believes in the goodness in people.”
― Roy T. Bennett, The Light in the Heart