Crows are a curious lot
Today is a day of new beginnings.
The sky is very gray with overcast, and the wind is whipping in all directions. Here in central Florida, especially along the coast where we live, this is a rare occurrence.
Crows cannot be a murder unless there are fifty or more, but this part of the murder is romping about like they found a frog wallow; maybe it’s the wind?
Pushing 75, I returned to the gym today, and I did pretty well, if I do say so myself. I will count this as the first day of the rest of my life. My butt is usually stuck to this chair from 6:00 am to who knows when. After is most often dedicated to a few chores, or some X-box, and then dinner, evening television, and bed.
It’s difficult to believe that life passed by this quickly. My mother, of course, always said that it would. She was right! But it ain’t over till the fat lady sings, as they say. So, I’ve decided that I’m going to avoid fat ladies from here on out. (Don’t tell my wife I said that, please, she will think I’m making implications.) Now that I think of it, fortunately, she can’t sing. (Geees! Don’t tell her I said that, either.)
Well, the wind has the pond all astir, and the crows finished their breakfast and flew off. So I guess I may as well also.
To all: may your life be just beginning! If not, make it a plan for tomorrow.
Cheers
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