There’s a rooster outside our bathroom window this morning.
He’s there every morning, but this morning, he’s hoarse.
He gave a couple of feeble crows and then must have gotten tired or something, because he stopped trying.
That’s OK….I don’t need him to wake up at 5.
I can handle that on my own.
We mowed yesterday….here and over at “the property”.
Of course, every mower and big truck that I was involved with broke in some fashion…..pull cords, water filled float bowls….bad and neglected batteries.
But….in spite of all the breakdowns, we got a lot of work done.
I like it when I get something done.
It seems like a lot of days, I feel like I’m just wondering, “WHAT DO I DO NOW?!!” ….in some subdued and covertly frantic way.
Jenny says that I’m like Barney Fife….nervous.
I was a lot cooler when I didn’t really have any responsibilities.
I was cooler when I didn’t know anything about the world.
What a hoarse rooster I am ….now.