I See The Light!

I hesitate to become too enthused because it may not last.  I almost don't want to mention it because I might put a jinx on it.  However, it is not raining and the sun is shining this morning.  Oh what the heck...WAHOO!! 

I have previously mentioned that I am not exactly the Fair Play fashion plate.  I would rather take a beating than go shopping.  Slogging through the wet has brought to my attention that one of my shoes has sprung a leak, which means a new pair of shoes.  Aaargh.  For years now it has been my practice to find a pair of shoes that fit, regardless of style.  Always low heels, always black, always sturdy.  And I buy two pairs at once.  One pair is for barn shoes, the other for go-to-town.  When the barn shoes wear through (as is the case at present), the go-to-town shoes become barn shoes and I go buy another pair just like them.  I don't have to make decisions, I don't have to try them on.  I can be in and out of the store in fifteen minutes flat.  The go-to-town shoes then become barn shoes and the new shoes are saved for leaving the property.  My game plan is sometimes derailed because the style is discontinued and that totally ruins my day.  Once upon a time, when I worked out in the real world and dressed up in suits and high heels, I found sling pumps that I liked and bought three pairs in different colors, red, black, and taupe.  This worked well until the morning I dressed in a hurry, drove the long commute to one of my consulting facilities, and someone pointed out that I was wearing one black and one red shoe.  That's me...a real trend setter. 

The sun is shining and, soggy socks or not, I'm going outside to enjoy it!

Gonna Be A Great Day!

The first good omen for the day was opening my eyes and seeing stars!  Then, while it was still dark, I looked out the west windows and saw the setting moon...huge, full, and bright orange...breathtaking.  And now the sun is shining!! 

As I look past the computer screen toward the south pasture, I see a roving gang of young tom turkeys parading past.  My neighbor Dennis has dubbed them the Mafia Crew, as they are sometimes accompanied by an older Don.  There are usually five or six boys that band together every year just prior to mating season.  They practice their moves in front of each other like teenagers, strutting their stuff, spreading their bronze tail feathers and gobbling loudly.  "Whaddya think, Bro...pretty impressive, huh?"  The hens are still playing shy, and it won't be until later that the boys will start thumping their wing tips on the ground to get the girls' attention.  My friend Doris and I sat in her front yard one year and watched two overaged lotharios do their darndest to prove they still had what it takes to get a girl as they spread their tails with missing and bent feathers and beat their wings like Ringo on a bad day...and the targeted hen continued to search for seeds, pointedly ignoring them.  They finally took the hint and walked together slowly down the road, tails drooping, two old men dreaming of one last hurrah. 

Sunshine after a few days of rain is the perfect antidote for cabin fever.  It's gonna be a great day!