I went to trim my beard and I paused for a second. I noticed a bit more grey taking over some uncharted territory. And I asked myself an uncomfortable question. How many more years might I see? And you know what, I’ve decided I’ll never ask myself that question again and that if that thought enters the space between my ears that I would let it go in a second or two and move on with living.
My better half caught my eye this evening. She has caught my eye for decades and I’m blessed with someone who gets more beautiful every day.
There is a big gift in the living room with a blanket over it that has caught my eye. It’s been there for a few days now and I have been told not to peek. Well, I’ve been good and tomorrow I get to see it.
I entered one of my friend’s homes yesterday and he caught my eye with 3 huge steaks on the grill for the three of us who gather every week of the year (just about) and solve the problems of the world. Last night we did it on a very full stomach.
I was mowing today when a fairly good size branch caught my eye and started to move on its own. Usually, I pick branches up instead of dulling my mower blades but this one slithered off before I had the chance to.
I hope tomorrow’s sunrise catches my eye.
Random Thoughts of the Day
- On the Border makes some good brisket tacos.
- I can work in my yard all day with ease. It’s the hours afterward that aren’t.
- Getting old doesn’t always mean wisdom comes with it. In some cases, it’s the opposite.
- For anyone who wondered how a brother could go to war with another brother in the Civil War, I think today’s climate answers that question.
