Saturday morning was a sort of like a Paul Simon lyric. You know the one, “Hello Lamp post, what you knowing. I’ve come to watch your flower growing.”
I had time to write, read and drink coffee. I was very skillfully putting off doing any exercise. As I sat a the table, a flash of blue caught my eye and I saw this huge blue jay eating the parsley that had gone to seed.
As you can see this is not my photo. The darn blue jay was too smart for me to capture in a photo. Everytime I got up to shoot a picture, off it would fly to the delight of the finches who were sitting in the gutter waiting for their turn to eat the parsley seeds.
After a while it became a game between me, the jay and the finches. The jay would swoop in and chase the finches. I would get up to snap a picture. Off went the jay and in swooped the finches.
After a while I tired of my bird brain games and reprimanded myself for not going for my walk.
I started out for my walk and unfortunately these days I am so afraid of falling that I spend most of my time looking down. As I strolled along, (I know I should be pumping my arms and all that stuff) for some reason I felt compelled to look up. But not just like up at eye level but up, up. I thought I heard this very strange voice asking for help:
You never know who or what is going to happen when you are feeling groovy.
Wishing you groovy days,