|You Are Thoughtful|
| You need to know someone a long time before you open up. You are enigmatic and reserved.
You are a visionary. You have big ideas for the future.
You are inventive and easily inspired. You like to put your spin on things.
It seems I have to
playwin a round of spider solitaire first thing after my computer boots up. It helps me engage my brain and focus, and organize my thoughts. It provides a sort of structure for my mind, and then I can say, “Okay, I’m awake now, now what do I have on the planner for today?” It’s kind of like … a digital cup of coffee.
There were two old geezers living in the backwoods of the Ozarks: Rufus and Clarence. They lived on opposite sides of the river and they hated each other. Every morning, just after sunup, Rufus and Clarence would go down to their respective sides of the river and yell at each other.
“Rufus!” Clarence would shout, “You better thank your lucky stars that I can’t swim, er I’d swim this river and whup you!”
“Clarence!” Rufus would holler back, “You better thank YOUR lucky stars that I can’t swim, er I’d swim this river and whup YOU!”
Every morning. Every day. For 20 years. One day the Army Corps of Engineers came along and built a bridge. But the insults went on every morning. Every day. Another five years.
Finally, Mr. Rufus’ wife had had enough.
“Rufus!” she squallered one day, “I can’t take no more! Every day for 25 years you’ve been threatenin’ to whup Clarence. Well, thar’s the bridge! Have at it!”
Rufus thought for a moment. Chewed his bottom lip for another moment. “Woman!” he declared, snapping his suspenders into place. “I’m gonna whup Clarence!”
He walked out the door, down to the river, along the riverbank, came to the bridge, stepped up onto the bridge, walked about halfway over the bridge, then turned tail and ran screaming back to the house, slammed the door, bolted the windows, grabbed the shotgun and dove under the bed.
“Rufus!” cried the missus. “I thought you was gonna whup Clarence!”
“I was, woman, I was!” he whispered.
“What in tarnation is the matter?”
“Well,” whispered the terror-stricken Rufus, “I walked halfway over the bridge and saw a sign that said ‘Clearance, 13 feet, 6 inches.’ He ain’t never looked that big from the other side of the river!”
Yeah, nothing ever looks that big from the other side of the river!
Have a lovely weekend!
Sally, over at Hot Dogs and Marmalade, tagged me in a challenge! This challenge is “a photography challenge that involves posting personal nature photos for seven days.” I decided to choose one picture from each year that I’ve had a phone camera.
Thank you, Sally, for thinking of me!
As for you – consider yourself tagged if you’d like to play along!
This 7th and final picture from my nature series is from this past February, 2017. For a couple days the weather was behaving really wonky, a bit warmer than usual, and it created a lot of heavy morning fog as there had been some snow melt, too. It was such an ethereal effect and gave the place a real dream-like quality. I love how quiet everything seems when it’s foggy. Almost as quiet as it gets when it snows.
Thanks for playing along with my little photography challenge! It’s been fun! I hope you try it, too!