Monday morning and I have biscuits made up, rolled out, laying on the baking sheet like little white soldiers, ready to face the fire. Also, deer sausage, cuddled up in a skillet, waiting for the same.
I think I have people coming to breakfast. It was a bit of a vague plan made last night but I sure hope they're coming. I love these people. I want more time with them.
Have you heard about Diana Nyad's latest attempt to be the first person to swim from Cuba to Key West without a shark cage? It's her fifth try and she's 64 years old and she left Cuba on Saturday and from all reports is less than ten miles from her goal.
She is my hero today.
This is news I can heartily endorse.
The whole thing about Syria baffles me. How in the world do we punish a government for killing its people by going to war against them? Obviously there is a huge gap in my understanding of the situation. And it scares me.
War and war and war and when is war ever the answer?
It is getting hot and the bugs are buzzing to prove it. I need to let the chickens out to range and roam. I am thinking about Diana Nyad, sixty-four years old, swimming her way towards Key West, forty-seven strokes per minute. I am thinking of the human spirit and how it can keep a dream alive, make a body stronger than seems possible.
I am cheering her on.
Happy Labor Day, y'all. Be safe.