Sunday

I've a busy day ahead so this will be short and sweet. She's due home any moment from church and I'm supposed to be showered and shaved and dressed so as not to embarrass her when we're out in public. I haven't. Will do so, in a moment.

Out in the garage my projects await my attention but she has scheduled a business meeting on the other side of this huge city and I'll be on the road for at least two hours. Which means my day is basically, broken.

Hopefully tomorrow will shine.

And, before I forget, I will write a big thank you and welcome to those of you that have recently hit the 'follower' button. I see you. You are not forgotten. If you write a blog please let me know. And, thanks.

Until then.

Stephen

A Tidbit

She's gone. Walked out a few minutes ago for her Sunday service. Quiet now. The rain has been pushed eastward by a westerly cold front. The house, for at least two hours, is all mine.

I've promised to drive her north after her church service. There are flowers to be placed on her father's grave, antique shops to explore, and a seafood lunch. Should be a nice day.

Our drive will take us along the river which gives over to the sea. We'll cross many marshy creeks and tidal flats.

 I like the drive. There are always hawks and eagles to count. Perhaps we'll stop for a bag of boiled peanuts, a cold Coke, if she likes.

After a few minutes at the cemetery we'll have lunch. I shall insist on my side of fried oysters covered in deep red hot sauce. The tangy salty taste should hold me for a few hours. Then, the stroll of shops. She loves to 'antique.' I don't mind as long as the little caves hold a few manly items.

Things that catch and hold my interest are - bits and pieces of war memorabilia, books, old radios, stock certificates, any firearm related pieces, high quality knives, and vintage male clothing (last year I found a great world war two leather jacket), old hand tools, and believe it or not, unique cook books.

Her, all the other stuff.

I spent most of yesterday with my two shortwave radios. Reception (skip) was awful. Cuba, no problem. Europe, not so much. Even with my slinky antenna deployed on my Grundig I felt my time wasted. Sadly when I set out my beautiful Zenith Trans-Oceanic I discovered my thirty-one meter button stuck. Darn near cried.

More on the radios later.

The birds are singing to me. Their music soothes the soul.  Many years ago we both awoke within seconds of each the other and stayed in place within our warm bed. It was a clear cool Sunday morning, much like today, and quiet in the house. The birds, just outside our bedroom window, were clear and loud, their songs almost translucent.

She turns to me and asked, "Isn't it beautiful."

"Yes," I said. "But not uncommon on a Sunday."

She gave me an explain yourself expression. So I said, "It's God's plan.The birds always gather to sing us a beautiful song each and every Sunday morning."

As I've written, my straight face is world renown...

But, you know what.... prove me wrong.

I close to the music of a Mocking Bird, bright and clear; a tidbit of joy.


Later.

Stephen

Sunday With a Book

As you know I work Saturdays. After I close the shop it's home to more work. Yesterday, and most of this morning, it was yard cleanup from last weeks storm.

This afternoon I hope, really hope, to relax and read. I've a stack of books that need attention. Later today I might just prepare a meal, not sure. Kinda feel lazy.

Don't expect much out of me today. I will spend a few hours, now, and read your nice blogs. See you guys and gals later.

Stephen

I Hope

For a quiet day of books, maybe a walk around the yard, perhaps a nap, coffee with, I hope, pastries. A day of peace and quiet. I'll be satisfied with a warm fire, a lap cat, my Sweet Wife gently singing in the background as I read the Sunday paper. I hope for an hour or so to lightly caress - one of my firearms.

I hope, my friends, the same for you.

If we're lucky, maybe late this afternoon, a cup of hot chocolate.

Take care.

Stephen

Day of Rest

Coffee, newspaper, peace. Isn't it nice. I look forward to a day of true rest; perhaps a novel with soft music in the background. 

I've read a few blogs this morning and all seems fine with my friends. My friend in Texas is hard at work on his outdoor shower, Duke is with family in Ocala, my sweet red haired friend out on the west cost has quit smoking, others continue to watch the news and destruction of our world. To you I extend my blessings. Rambling here....

Until later...God bless.

Stephen