Morning has broken

I check email, some blogs, and change my blog a bit. Yesterday went well at the presentation, we have permission to build the blog and will be open for business as soon as the new Communications Officers are on board. I went to lunch with the blog building crew and then rode fearlessly home along I-5, stopping at the Triumph dealer to see if my parts had come in and listen to the motorcycle lady talk about: what they had, she has done and that I wasn't old. Yes, she was good looking and checked for the status of my parts; so I can't hold it against her that she is too kind. The various models of my size motorcycle, 800 cc, call to me to try them out.

I have been thinking about spending the money the George in his goodness gave me. I could save it for gasoline, my shirts have frayed much from washing and ironing over the years, I lust for a powerful pocket pistol (those things I lust for are too often safe from me, procrastination piles await such). I am taking notice of the dew damp grass, will attack it later after drying, the edging out front could start after devotions, breakfast and exercising. My wife is still sleeping, she sleeps hardest in the morning and I sleep hardest immediately after going to bed. I wonder if it was a life full of get your rest while you can, for something wicked this way comes to wake you abruptly. Rockets and rackets, red glares.

Nice thing about today, the weather is warm and wonderful, most of my work is done or can be delayed, the Azaleas and pink dogwood are in color and bloom against the massive dark and light greens of the forest behind the fence. Birds are out and about, bumble bees have buzzed me as I lay on the ladder to get a shot from below, then set the ladder up to get a bird's view of the yard. The wooden shoes from Wisconsin via Holland slipped on easily and walked the yard collecting damp clippings, better them than my toes and then the kitchen. Second mug of Black Coffee, it is time for devotions and betterment, may our world be more beautiful and our time to appreciate it longer.