So where have I been all day? Physical therapy, an hour and change. Grocery shopping, an hour and a half. And then I just had to sit down and smoke a cigar, because I was already dog-tired.
As I sat, a blackbird came walking up the sidewalk toward me. It was a stiff walk–the kind of walk you see from someone to whom you owe money and have been rather careless about repaying. Was he going to peck at my shoelaces? Or maybe fly onto my lap and give me a piece of his mind?
When he was about five feet away, he suddenly took off and flew out of the picture.
Still tired, but a lot calmer, let’s see if I can get this blog in order.
God’s stuff is much better than anything humans could ever imagine.
My wife chases the black birds out of our yard. The Beatles have a song about a Blackbird. Speaking of songs, how about “On the Wings of a Snow White Bird.”
Sure, if I can find it.