Squirrels and Nuts

As on every morning, Maggie, our dog, and I went for our morning bike ride today. And, as on most mornings, we saw one of our neighborhood squirrels running back and forth across the road from one batch of trees to the other, then tree to tree and then back again. Many days there are more than one squirrel exercising their freedom. I’m not sure whether they’re from the same squirrel family or not. I know each squirrel is unique but I have no idea what to look at for identification and actually I never get close enough to tell whether each is boy or girl. I am nevertheless pretty sure neither question their sexuality. Come to think of it, I’ve never seen a baby squirrel! Oh well, I digress. I assume that they are searching for nuts or, in our neighborhood, acorns and it appears they manage to find many because I’ve never seen a skinny squirrel. They are all cute and I would like to have one for a pet except that I don’t care to have my hands shredded by their claws.

Many, many years ago I would go squirrel hunting. Actually, it was more like squirrel watching except that I don’t recall ever seeing much less shooting one. I guess instead of squirrel hunting or watching, I was just walking around. I did a lot of that growing up…just me and my dog.

Watching the squirrels this morning made me think about how, over the years, many called me a squirrel or said that I was squirrely. You know, I think they’re probably spot on, because it seems I sure have come across a lot of nuts.

Have a good day.

Our 47th Wedding Anniversary and Bull-Riding

Today I am beginning to blog again. This time, I have no intentions nor desires to be controversial. I simply want to express myself on observations on living. My 73 years on this earth have been exciting and enjoyable.

About 10 or 12 years ago, my wife, Lynn, and I were traveling down 183 in the mid-cities area between Dallas and Ft. Worth. She was driving and I was gazing out the window with a myriad of thoughts over-crowding my mind. Then, I suddenly focused on one thought: how wonderful this life is. With many bad times, good times, bad decisions, good decisions, tears and laughter, life is worth every second and to be enjoyed regardless of circumstance. Suddenly, I blurted out “this has been a wonderful ride” while thinking about an 8 second bull-ride in a rodeo. Time seems to almost stop during the ride but towards the ending seconds we begin to feel the exultation of accomplishment. We’re going to make it. Perhaps we will be tired, worn or bruised but we will make it to the end. Oh, and what if we are thrown off before the 8 seconds is up? What will we do then? We will get back on as quickly as we can and continue our ride until the final buzzer sounds. Ok, sure, that’s not the way of the rodeo but it is the way in life. Never accept failure or disappointment. Never give up. Always get back on and finish the ride.

Today is mine and Lynn’s (my wife) 47th wedding anniversary. The years have been filled with love, hurt, laughter and tears just like everyone else’s. Marriage seems to come with those emotions built in. But the years have been the best years of my life and I wouldn’t trade them for anything in this world. Yes, this has been one heck of a ride and I hope and pray that we still have another 2 or 3 seconds left before the 8 second buzzer sounds.

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