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What to Do Now…?

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We actually have a bridge almost just like this, a mile or two from here. I wonder if it just might be our bridge!

As I set this blog up for the day, Patty reads me nooze items from the Drudge Report. Meanwhile, for the first time this whole winter, it has snowed outside! Gotta be a good three inches’ worth. New Jersey now has three inches more snow than Trinidad got this winter.

For some reason our political nooze seems especially grotesque today. I will never understand why there are Democrats.

I keep looking out the window at the snow. I know more than a few of you are heartily sick of snow this winter, but that’s only because you’ve had too much of it. Don’t be mad at me for enjoying this three-inch extravaganza.

Come on, now, Lee, there’s political nooze for you to cover–

I think I’ll go outside, stand in the snow, and enjoy a cigar. All work and no play, you know, makes Jack a dull boy.

And maybe a snowman…


Simple Pleasures

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God has given us simple pleasures to keep us sane. I don’t have space to list all the simple pleasures I enjoy, because in this respect, God has made me rich. And without spending a lot of money on it, either. But here are just a few of my favorites, which help me to avoid going off the deep end.

A sweet, sunny day, 70 or 75 degrees, my lawn chair, a nice cigar, and the book I happen to be writing at the time.

In bed with my wife, Peep the cat purring, and us with our bedtime books: Agatha Christie, Freddy the Pig, Narnia, and other favorites.

A nice game of chess by one of the old masters–Morphy, Marshall, Anderssen.

A Christmas tree.

Coasting downhill, no-handed, on my bike: makes me feel 12 years old again.

Combing Robbie, who can barely contain herself for pure pleasure.

A satisfying supper: Patty excels at creating these.

Jigsaw puzzles.

A snowy day.

And a tiger swallowtail butterfly visits our little garden…

I could go on with this all day and into the night. Thank you, Father in Heaven, for all of these and more–and for teaching me to appreciate them.


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