Ah the weather outside is frightening
and the cat Mindy is as bored as me.
She briefly allowed me a little time for photos, but was generally bored with the whole human concept of using a camera.
We both made it a short lived exercise and she returned to her purrs and I my chair and good reads.
enjoy the cold and sleep as much as a cat…en theos †† jim
Christmas reminds us we are not alone. We are not unrelated atoms, jouncing and ricocheting amid aliens, but are a part of something, which holds and sustains us. As we struggle with shopping lists and invitations, compounded by December’s bad weather, it is good to be reminded that there are people in our lives who are worth this aggravation, and people to whom we are worth the same. Christmas shows us the ties that bind us together, threads of love and caring, woven in the simplest and strongest way within the family. Donald E. Westlake
Enjoy your blessings, keep an eye out for your brightest star and follow that sucker……..en theos….jim
The pleasures and the treasures that you get to find on the “blue roads”.
In my youth, I had an earthly father who introduced me to the beauty of slowness on a country road. When I was just 11 he let me start driving our turquoise blue 57 chevy down many quiet and fortunately much less-traveled roads.
Somewhere along the way, I dismissed a lot of both the good and bad habits of my dad. He taught me much of both.
I became to impatient to the slow way, I wanted to get “X” miles in “X” time. I never got there, never got much of anywhere.
When we recently bought us a seemingly small travel trailer, I rediscovered the lure of the little, and the slow road. A lot of my reason was I had too small a tow vehicle and was forced to stay on the blue roads. I couldn’t get enough rpm’s to travel 65 much less 75-80. So we made a pact to just stay on the blue line.
I have since upgraded to a bigger 2500HD Chevy truck. I can now readily exercise my manhood with my right foot. But, I don’t like it. I am sticking to the little roads. After all, It always has been about the journey, not the destination.
I would have missed the treasure of eating at “Sparky’s” in Hatch New Mexico (green chile capital of the world) on US 185/175 north from Las Cruces, NM.
We had just been wowed through a golden leaf filled pecan grove when my wonderful wife threw out the wonderful line , “God just doesn’t travel on the Interstate.” It would make a great country & western song………..en theos………….jim
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