Scene: Morning coffee with Zeus and Riley
Zeus: "Who shall hold my paper this morning on the way home."
Riley: "I will."
Hera: "Are you getting the Picayune Times?"
Zeus: "You know I think New Orleans is the only place that has a paper with that name. I looked up the word and it was the word for a small, tiny Spanish coin."
Hera: "Well, that makes sense."
Zeus: "GROANNNNNNNNN." Looking at Hera.
Nope, no awareness on Hera's face, she has no idea that she made a pun.
Hera: " I don't seem to have any control over that part of my brain. It makes it's own connections."
Zeus: "Well, you're on the money."
Ok, maybe you had to be there but that's generally how our Saturday morning coffee's go. This time Riley announced that she want "Warm, warm hot chocolate". In response to our usual morning chants of "Hot, hot coffee, I need hot, hot coffeeeeeeeeeeee."
The wind is blowing and still from the south. There are large patches of green showing on some fields.
My four foot drift on the front deck is now down to two feet and melting.
Zeus started muttering about golf, perhaps down in the Milwaukee area where they didn't get snow and maybe the golf courses are open.
This is not the usual January talk.
Zeus has been playing one of our favorite sound tracts while he and Riley have been working in the workshop.
This morning while riding her tricycle around in the lower lever, holding her Christmas microphone that turns your voice into Minnie Mouse, I could hear her singing, "O sisters let's go down, Let's go down, come on down. O Sisters let's go down down in the river to pray."
I always said, if we got tired of our living room we could push the furniture back against the walls and either turn it into a Saturday night barn dance or a Revival Meeting.
Hope you have a creative day, do something creative for goodness sake, you only have today, for sure. Don't waste it, let your soul sing and dance.
"We are members of a vast cosmic orchestra, in which each living instrument is essential to the complementary and harmonious playing of the whole."
J. Allen Boone, Kinship With All Life