Plans, and Interruptions

The birds just began singing. Sweet calls through the trees. One says, “Wake-up-wake-up-wake-up.” I can see the pasture clearly now in dusky light and the pecan tree turns from black to gray, day coming on like gangbusters. The air is light without scent, soft and welcoming. There are the headlights coming down the road–my guys arriving. Dear son stops to get Memaw’s newspaper from the driveway.

So we begin, and I’m reminded that this day I am given…

Ha, ha, great thoughts are interrupted. And so goes the day. We can plan what we’re going to do, but better be ready for interruptions that send everything askew like a fan scatters papers across the floor. Sometimes what I see when I pick up the papers of my day is quite an eye-opener.

My plan is later today to get some work done on a book project for Kindle, then get off to the bank and shopping at Kohl’s. We’ll see how it turns out.

Hope everyone has a great day!