My “To-Do” List For Today

What to do today?  There’s a disparity between what should be done and what will actually get done–like always.

My big brother’s 70th birthday is upcoming on May 26th.  This is indeed a milestone for my precocious older brother.  He was blessed with the gift of gab that I never had.

Yesterday, was the dogs annual check up.  I need to clean out the car, reconfigure it for human passengers.  It’s always a fun experience.

I was chided by the Vet for passing out too many dog treats.  Max’s fun car ride ended, when he saw we were outside the Vet’s office.  He kept trying to jump back in the car.

Were the car windows ever dirty on the inside from nose and paw prints.  The windows got an thorough cleaning inside and out.  Just in time for my wife to make a trip to the grocery.

What Sisters Were For

Max is now seven.  He’s gotten a bit chunky, has slowed down; grunts when he rises or lays down.  A characteristic he adopted from his daddy.  Maggie, his canine sibling, is six–shows no signs of slowing down.  She goads him until he plays or grooms her.

Every morning we go for a walk.  Max isn’t as eager to go–especially in warmer weather.  Maggie is relentless, “C’mon brother, get up–it’ll be fun!”  She nudges-finally lays down beside him and rolls him over.

Max grunts, accented by intermittent snoring, “Let me sleep, please.”

He relents and out the front door we go.  Max rebels, the only way he knows how.  At the end of the driveway, he stops, sniffs the air; turns around.  “OK, I’m done, take me back to the house.”

When Maggie and I return, Max is once again ready to go.  So, I take him on a shorter walk, as time permits.  Maggie did her job by pestering her somewhat laggard older brother.  She’s mean to Max, but he still loves her.

Miracles

A construction truck loaded with gravel, piloted by Fred, with Al riding shotgun, growled around two uphill “S” curves that led into suburban Prestwick Hills.

“Remember the first time you tried skipping stones?” Al said out of the blue.

“What brought this on?” Fred, answered his question with a question.

It would be a good day if civilians stayed out of their way.  That was the only thing civilians were good for–getting in the way.  That and not being very smart.

Civilians were surprised when items were stolen from their unlocked cars.

They planted trees, shrubbery in utility right-of-ways.

They were surprised when unleashed pets disappeared from unfenced backyards.

Old retired people and young kids hung around—asked too many questions.

Highly polished, telescopic, hydraulic cylinders raised the truck’s dump bed.  Fred advanced the truck slowly to spread the gravel.  A skip loader redistributed the rest.  The dump bed lowered with a hiss, and thump.

Fred and Al caught up paperwork under a nearby maple tree, followed by a short break.

Boom!! Chunks of dirt flew, sparks and acrid black smoke ran along a nearby chain link fence.  Decorative fence caps launched into the air.  The old man gawking from Lot #17, looked a little sheepish.

Locating buried utility lines wasn’t an exact science.  The bulldozer operator severed a buried electric feeder cable.  Visibly shaken, but unharmed, he stayed with his machine, until the power company arrived on scene.

If any work got done after this, it would be a miracle.  Small miracles happened every day.

 

Post-Easter Reflections

Easter symbolizes new life.  April the giraffe finally had her offspring.  What will people talk about now?

Easter egg hunts, as a child, were fun–with real, dyed, hard-boiled eggs.  There were more than a few belly aches, from consuming too many.

Of course, a few hidden eggs were never found.  Those not found, were left to be scavenged by critters.  If there were anything that would eat foul-smelling, rotten, hard-boiled eggs.

The giant warehouse store wasn’t crowded Saturday.  The mall was, however.  Hope everyone had a Happy Easter weekend.  It’s a beautiful Sunday afternoon.  Should I dare wish everyone a Happy Monday?

Find Things You’re Good At–Stick With Them

There are many things, at which I excel–not the least of which, is humility.  Negative attributes should taken into account.  How else can one ever hope for improvement?  No doubt, there are more, I just don’t have the time right now.

  • Overindulgence
  • Overthinking
  • Conclusion jumping
  • Tardiness
  • Pessimism
  • Skepticism
  • Obstinacy
  • Assuming
  • Being judgmental
  • Impulsiveness
  • Laziness
  • Malingering
  • Inattentive

I’ve stuck with these faithfully for many years.  Come to think of it–and I don’t desire to be boastful–that’s another attribute.  Excuse me, while I grab another donut.

 

 

From the Abyss

“Water!  Captain, I need water!”

“Higgins, get this man some water.”

“There’s your water.  Now, get back to rowing.  You’d be wise to do what you’re told and not complain about it.”

“Aye, Captain.”

He’d learn a lesson right quick, if I tossed him down in the hold, the Captain thought. 

The ship’s rigging strained and creaked.  Sea water made the decks slippery.

“Higgins, see what the prisoners are hollerin’ about.  Be quick about it–unless you’re desiring to be down there with ’em.”

It had been a tough pathway from prisoner to deckhand.

Scattered about the ocean floor were the bones of those that dared break the chains of command.