Three Things

Scene from the end of Warehouse Road in Gloucester

Welcome to the day of the week known as  Three Thing Thursday, where you're encouraged to spew forth three random thoughts that happen to be on your mind at this very moment, no matter how insignificant they may seem.  If something's on your mind, there must be some significance.  Regardless, we don't judge significance or insignificance,  we just drone on and on about it until you want to start crying because this opening paragraph will never end we just say our three things and then carry on.

Let's begin.  

1.  As I left work yesterday, the temperature registered 92 degrees.  If this sounds like a complaint, rest assured it is not.  I could have danced a jig and wallowed in that wonderful 92 degree weather just as soon as I left the building.  Instead, I opted to preserve my dignity calmly get in the car, roll down the windows, inhale the air which was as thick as shag carpeting due to the pollen, and luxuriate in the warm weather and its accompanying smells all the way home.

2.  Night before last was also warm, without a ripple of wind on the creek.  Gazing out onto that glass-like surface I told the Chesapeake Bay Children that we had to go for a canoe ride.  Realizing the imminent danger potential for disaster if we all three hopped into one tiny, unstable canoe, Chesapeake Bay Son opted for the rowboat while Daughter and I took the canoe out for a spin.  That evening marked the first time in 2011 that my bare feet touched creek mud.  It also marked the first time in my life that the tip of a very sharp, narrow, rigid piece of marsh grass went directly up my left nostril when I bent over to tend to something (likely related to my feet sinking in stinkin' creek mud).  Thankfully I was able to pull back before the reed came out my ear any major damage occurred.

3.  How did we get so close to the month of May without fully acknowledging and appreciating the month of March April?  It's almost May?  Really?

Now it's your turn.  Please share three (or more things)--whatever happens to be on your mind at the moment, whether it's weighing heavily or just quickly passing through much like a reed of marsh grass in a nostril.