Made up of clouds of blackbirds.
Redwing Blackbirds, Brown-headed Cowbirds, and the occasional Yellow-headed Blackbird.
Redwing Blackbirds, Brown-headed Cowbirds, and the occasional Yellow-headed Blackbird. Maybe I’m anorexic.
When I got to 180 pounds, I knew that was heavier than I wanted to be. I decided to lose 10 pounds. 170 just sounds like a good weight, doesn’t it? Judy and I started paying attention to portion size; she started feeding us on the next size plate down from full-size dinner plates. We weren’t eating many starches, but cut back on them even a little more. Less bread, potatoes, and rice. Now I weigh 170 pounds, but I look in the mirror and think I look like I should still lose 10 pounds! How did that happen? Where did that other 10 pounds go I just lost? …or maybe better put, where did it go from?
Weather forecast
..for Edinburg, TX from a few days ago.
It looks like we’re through the worst of winter.
It looks like we’re through the worst of winter. Annie.
…has a new trick. We come home from errands to find her motionless on the couch. We stomp our feet. Nothing. We call her. Unresponsive. We walk over and shake her. She wakes up and is surprised and delighted to see us! That Annie…
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood.
…and sorry I could not travel bothand be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth. In a figurative sense, we face this decision every day. Purely literally, with my daily walks, I deal with it frequently as well. Then took the other, as just as fair,And having perhaps the better claim,Because it was grassy and wanted wear;Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same. And both that morning equally layIn leaves no step had trodden black.Oh, I kept the first for another day!Yet knowing how way leads on to way,I doubted if I should ever come back. When I was a younger man, Robert Frost spoke directly to me with his words. It is so hard to pass up one trail in favor of another, when knowing how “way leads on to way” I doubt if I’ll ever make it back. Now that I’m older, the final stanza particularly resonates. I shall be telling this with a sighSomewhere ages and ages hence:Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-I took the one less traveled by,And that has made all the difference. Now that it is “ages and ages hence”, I am so well aware of the many roads not taken, and so well satisfied by the many I have. Literally and figuratively.