Yesterday was Sunday. My husband, Rooster and I drove 8th St., here on the Island.
Rooster – “No one would have ever believed this.”
Me – “What are you talking about?”
Rooster – “That you and I would be headed to church in our Mercedes.”
Me – “Come to think of it, no one would have ever pictured this, unless the car was stolen and we were running from the law!”
Us – laughter
Expect a miracle!
We have bigger fish to fry~you and I
We choose a different pan
We like our seasoning hot
We like our water cool
It’s a long way to our fishing hole
The fish are in our hands
You and I
People often fear not having enough. So, they take what doesn’t belong to them. What I have to say about that is: every sin is its own punishment.
Although the day was cold and crisp with cloudless skies,
I ordered a vanilla yogurt and then I sat,
The cashier looked at me with a question in her eyes,
“Would you like some nuts with that?”
She must have thought I was a normal guy,
She waited expectantly while I tried to decide,
“What are my choices?” I asked loud and clear,
She said, “Almonds, Brazil nuts, hazelnuts, walnuts, are but a few,”
I guess I didn’t have to shout with her standing near,
“Don’t forget pecans, macadamias, pine nuts and cashews,”
I started giggling and then my laughter turned into a roar,
I couldn’t choose one kind when there were nuts aplenty,
Soon I collapsed with laughter and tumbled to the floor,
“What’s wrong with him?” called one voice out of many,
“I don’t know,” I heard as I was thrown out…
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I’m going down here to talk to someone, I want you to leave me alone and don’t ask me anymore questions, please.
Well, at least he was polite about it.
Words for strength ~
Fish Eye Farm 