Although it feels like yesterday was Thursday, another one has sprouted up ever so quickly. Thursdays are starting to feel like bamboo. First there's one sprig, then there's 10. Before you know it the Thursdays are so thick, you can't hack your way out of them with a machete.
On Thursdays I share three things and you share three things; whatever you want. Anything at all.
1. Taking advantage of yesterday's milder temperatures, I lit a fire on the back patio after arriving home from a very long day at the paying job.
(It's important to note that I lit the fire in a confined, fire-designated space on the patio, I didn't actually set fire to the patio. Not this time, anyway.)
There wasn't the faintest breeze in the air, it was dead still. The
2. The birds are exuberant in the mornings. No matter what I'm fretting or stewing over as I cross that threshold at still-dark-thirty, those birds' deafening songs and incessant early-morning chatter instantly assuage my fears and worries.
3. Last night while inhaling the intoxicating aromas of the evening air and a fire, I heard something that sounded almost as sweet as the morning birds.
Off in the distance a baseball was making contact with a bat, and kids were cheering. The Little League fields are within a stone's throw of my house.
In spite of all sorts of motherly encouragement, neither of the Chesapeake Bay Children continued beyond the Coach Pitch phase of Little League. Chesapeake Bay Woman never married a professional baseball player, so all her dreams of spending life
That doesn't mean she won't occasionally stop in to the games anyway, particularly if the aroma of the concession stand's BBQ is wafting across Route 198 into her back yard and right up her nostrils.
Now it's your turn to share three (or more) things on any topic you wish. Whatever happens to be on your mind, anything at all.
But hurry up, because another Thursday is coming soon, as in day after