A swarm of birds, if there is
such a thing, flustered by the
coming storm vacated the
tallest pine one street over.
A butterfly zigzagged across
the back yard a few feet above
the lawn. In this wind it couldn’t
fly straight if it had to.
They never fly straight, do they?
I think the wind gusts up to forty
miles per hour have begun. One
big flying bug didn’t get the memo.
All bug operations have been
cancelled today due to weather.
Take a bug maintenance day instead.
Not a bug or critter in sight. I always
think of my Irish Uncle John on my
birthday on St. Patrick’s Day.
I’m guessing I was about ten which
made his daughter, Murphy, around
twenty or so. Long before I knew
girls existed, she was the fairest of
the fair. Uncle John made me feel
special when there was nothing
special. Thank you, Uncle John.
You are the only one who told me
that all today’s parades were really
for me. For my birthday. Because of
you, they still are for me.
a tiny baby chameleon darts
in and out of the grass along
the edge of the patio
a dead worm is coiled up on
the cement floor and a giant
dark wasp bumps along the
patio ceiling doing recon for
a new home so I wish him
well somewhere else
ah he’s gone for now
go figure no bugs yesterday
tons of bugs today
a large flying bug is floating
in my cup of ice water so
much for a drink of water
spring may be very short
this year as winter flees
summer seems near
Until now it was a lazy day.
The wind has doubled or more
and the sun is in full retreat.
I better hurry if I want to make
my window for a late afternoon
cup of coffee.
I made a 10 oz cup instead of a
12 oz cup to have enough room
for cream as I decided to try
a cup with cream only. Funny, I
like a double espresso with
sugar. But regular old coffee
black kills my taste for coffee.
I took a sip and put it down.
When I picked it up again, there
was a tiny bug floating in the
cup who didn’t like the coffee
So much for my Plan A. No time
for a Plan B if I had one today.
I guess it is time for me to start
cooking dinner. I am baking
chicken legs. Why chicken legs?
It is the only fresh meat in the
fridge that was dropped from
our scaled down Thanksgiving
menu. We already cut back
on the variety of food and
will cook less of everything.
Instead of for twenty, it will
be for ten, but in reality five.
We just went to back to Phase 2
this afternoon. So the few who
might have come will now get
curbside delivery service. All
wearing masks of course.
At any rate, there will still be
more leftovers than usual.
Turkey and ham will abound
for a good week or so. You have
heard it before, “Be safe, not
sorry.” It is hard to plan with
COVID. Things change quickly.
But we can plan to pray.
Give thanks and pray.