It’s Me Again…But You Knew That, Didn’t You?

This morning finds me doing what I often do these days — sitting here writing on my little personal blog. My over-sharing little blog, you might call it. I suppose that is exactly what it is. A place to vent my thoughts, participate in the wider world, and maybe even make a few friends and influence a few people along the way. Success in those areas has been limited so far, but not nonexistent, and honestly, I am pleased with the success I have achieved. Every comment, every interaction, every person who stops long enough to read my ramblings means something to me.

Today started with a hearty breakfast: two eggs, smoked sausage, toast, and coffee. A little heavier than I usually eat in the morning, but good all the same — sustaining food that sticks with you for awhile. Sometimes a solid breakfast feels like laying a proper foundation for the day ahead, even if the day ahead consists mostly of thinking, writing, and observing the world from my corner of it.

The weather today is unusually cool for this time of year. Yes, cool. Imagine that. We hear endlessly about global warming, and yet here we are wearing pleasant morning temperatures in the middle of June. Of course, every now and then the heat does arrive with a vengeance. Some days climb to one hundred degrees or more, though thankfully not too often around here. I would still take this mild weather any day over the frightfully cold, bone-chilling winter we endured last season. That kind of cold gets into your bones and settles there like an unwelcome tenant. I do not miss it one bit.

Right now my friend Jimmy is outside spraying weed killer along the cracks in the sidewalk where grass insists on growing. I warned him to be careful with that stuff. Years ago I had a terrible experience after using weed killer myself. I breathed some of it accidentally and became violently ill afterward. It was one of the worst sicknesses I have ever experienced in my life. My skin would peel off by the handful. I sweated constantly. I slept in a nearly comatose state and became weak as a kitten. It went on for weeks.

Honestly, I do not know what would have happened to me if my son had not stepped in to help. Between him and the Veterans Medical Center, they pulled me through it. Together they probably saved my life. Ever since then, I have wanted nothing more to do with weed killer. It is dangerous stuff if it is not handled properly, and people should respect it accordingly.

Well, there is not much more to talk about at this early hour of the day. The coffee cup is nearly empty, the morning is still young, and perhaps something interesting will happen later on worth writing about.

Until then, I will sign off for now and return again when life gives me something else to say.