Whoops, I did it again! Between retirement and the pandemic (and my almost-non-existent social calendar*), it is difficult for me to keep track of the week, and I once again completely blipped on Feel Good Friday but, like Mighty Mouse, "here I come to save the day!".
Yesterday was delightful, in that I met up with Nancy, Judi, and Suzanne at Wolf Lake Park (something we'd waited to do until all four of us were vaccinated), which turned into four hours of yakking, laughing, and walking (on the gravel path around the lake). Just what the proverbial doctor ordered: a beautiful South Florida day, in Nature, with dear women friends... 💖
As is tradition, five items below of beauty, interest, and humor to brighten your day/weekend/week. Enjoy!
~ As we sat and visited with each other, two horse trailers pulled up, and we learned they were from Double Flush Stables, giving guided trail rides along the path and, at the end, the horses (with riders) went swimming *in* the lake. These horses were gigantic (Percherons and Belgians and Clydesdales, oh my!), and Judi captured one of the moments:
~ Then we started talking about horses, and Judi said something about a blind horse and then, music fanatic that I am, I immediately remembered there was a song or album title, but couldn't quite place it (but I *did* know it was Rod Stewart/Faces), and googling eventually led to this: A Nod Is As Good As a Wink... to a Blind Horse... 🐴
~ Somehow the conversation led to juggling (which Judi does) and she mentioned keeping these in her car (as a stress reliever), and I immediately dubbed Emergency Juggling Penguins as a perfect band name!
~ Judi also brought a few bags of books for us to have first dibs on before she dropped them off at the library as donations; I chose a meatless pasta cookbook by Mindy Toomay, with a lovely poem about tomatoes as an epigraph, ending with...
"Dusk paints its blush on my apron.
There are friends in the house
to be fed."
...then googled to find Mindy's (albeit defunct) blog. The Universe is always looking out for me... 😍
~ During our walk along the path, of course two dragonflies had to make themselves known to us (Hi, Mom! Hi, Dave!), which Judi immortalized for posterity... 💗
*My daughter Sarah, creative that she is, rather than social events, has been writing joys and gratitudes of the day on her kitchen wall calendar, and I have followed suit. Nice to see a full page at-a-glance again... 🌅
BOOK: Social Distance Sing: pandemic poems by Steve Potter
POEM: Paper Visitors by C.P. Bergman
QUOTE: "By your own efforts, waken yourself, watch yourself, and live joyfully." ~ The Dhammapada
POEM: Paper Visitors by C.P. Bergman
Waiting for the mailman
to bring the visitors.
He’s got many stops
on solo farms like this.
The sky is turning surly,
starts to spit’n’ growl;
hope the mailman makes it
before the first downpour.
The road outside is long,
next house, two miles away;
the property is green and rich,
just right for grazing beef.
Don’t hear from people much:
letters are like gold;
still keep hoping anyhow
for what the mailman brings.
He’s later than usual;
the rain is drenching all.
Perhaps he’s holed up back a-ways
near Pepperstone Pass.
Catalog’d be good right now;
an ad for laundry soap,
or some outlandish sweepstakes offer,
useless toy or such.
It may appear eccentric,
waiting on the post,
but even junk mail has its place
for those who are alone.
[C.P. Bergman: “I love all things artistic and creative. For me, poetry is composed capsules of life. In addition to a variety of day jobs to keep ‘starving artist syndrome’ away, I sing while I write, and mostly this takes place in the Chicago area where I live with an overactive imagination and an understanding dog.”]
QUOTE: "By your own efforts, waken yourself, watch yourself, and live joyfully." ~ The Dhammapada
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