Rocket Surgeon: A person with less-than-stellar aptitude. A mixture of "rocket scientist" and "brain surgeon" This phrase describes a person who is neither.




Sunday, November 21, 2010

Thoughts on a Sunday

November 21

Today brought me the challenge of finding a sitting, reading, writing place outside where it was sunny and calm.  But if the spot had sunshine, it also had wind, and if the spot was wind-blocked, it was also sun-blocked.  I settled for sun combined with wind and I made due.  But as I struggled holding down my pages with one hand, and constantly tucking hair behind my ear with the other, I couldn't keep the thoughts of Lizzie Borden at bay.

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I laid across the bed of a wagon filled with scrap metal and let the sun warm my face.  I closed my eyes and when I opened them, it was as if I was looking at the sky for the first time ever.  I don't recall it ever looking so blue.

Jason pulled up to catch the horses.  He didn't even notice me sprawled on that wagon of junk.  The cows in the next pasture lined the fence to stare and watch the action of horses avoiding harnesses.  The horses lost.  They were loaded into a trailer and driven off.  One by one the cows grew bored and dispersed to munch the grasses.  I wonder why the phrase isn't "curiosity killed the cow"?

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I haven't seen the cat for several days.  Why do I have a feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach that she is flattened underneath one of the seven huge round hay bales that are lined up like soldiers in front of the house?  All except one is in formation.  I imagine a sargeant in its face yelling.  But the day is too nice for screaming.

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I can't wait until this trailer is in a completed state.  I could be working to make that possible, but after all it is Sunday. 

Happy Resting.

4 comments:

linda webster said...

i love this, sounds like where i would want to be! ya know i am a country girl at heart, i sure dont like this city life! cant wait to see the end result of your house on the praire :) xoxo

Kevin said...

I'm not sure what Lizzie Borden has to do with anything, but it made me chuckle. It also made me go read the entire Wikipedia Lizzie Borden page. Could she even wield a hatchet that effectively, to give Abby 18 or 19 blows and her father 11? And food poisoning or not, could she overpower her father or take him by surprise in the sitting room to even get the first whack in? I find that highly unlikely. My money's on either Andrew's son or his first wife's brother.

Angel said...

Yes aunt Linda, you and me are peas in a pod I believe! Kevin, here's a link to an old post of mine http://angelwheeler.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-call-me-lizzie-borden.html

You need to read it to get my Lizzie connection. And I'm very impressed with your research.

jolea said...

I'm glad you clarified the Lizzie story, I had forgotten about that blog and that was a funny blog...:)