Going To Have Some Fun

The song in my head today is Harry Belafonte's 1957 song, "Mama Look'a Bubu."  It seems appropriate since "booboo" is a little kid's word for an "owie," and I have an outstanding booboo.  For the better part of a year, my friend Tinka and I had been saying that we needed to get together.  As it does, time passed and we did not meet.  A couple of weeks ago I called her and said, "Pick a date.  We are going to do this."  We agreed to meet for lunch...today.  I called her yesterday and gave her the opportunity to back out if she didn't want to be seen with the loser of a Muhammad Ali fight, but she's a game gal and didn't say no.  Tinka knows how I got the black eye, but no one else does.  I've been thinking all morning of what stories I could tell.  "My horse bucked me off at the rodeo."  There's always that lame one, "I walked into a door."  I think the best one I've come up with so far is to mutter to our waitress, "Don't make her mad."  We're going to have some fun today.

Thank goodness I'd replenished the birdseed because there was a turkey stampede to the feeding station in the morning and it could have turned ugly.  There had been a pretty good rainfall just before daybreak and then the clouds cleared and it turned into a lovely day.  Even so, it was a surprise to see blossoms popping out on the almond tree, but beautiful.  January is early for this, I think.

With the best of intentions, not much got done yesterday.  Aches and pains in places I didn't even know I had came to the fore and sat me in the chair.  I couldn't even feel guilty about taking another day off.  That was about the only thing I couldn't feel.

Regardless of anything else going on, the animals must be tended.  There is a sense of peace that comes when I'm putting the kids to bed, similar to when the Kids were little and I knew they were all safe each night.  Even Tessie was cooperative.  Who could not pause and give thanks with such a beautiful view?  Not me.

It's going to be a good day.