;)
Look! The snow that these horses live on is melting! Fast! It is 37 degrees! At about 4:30 in the afternoon! The sun is shining and it feels hot. Winter is over. I must get out my bicycle. I haven't ridden it since early last June, before I took my fall and shattered my shoulder.
I haven't done much of anything physical since then, except a bit of therapy and my walks. I am in the worst physical condition of my life. But I think I will soon get that bike out and ride it.
I will do it! I sure hope I don't fall on my shoulder.
;)
Unless we get another heavy snow, the temperature plummets and the roads all ice up again. Could happen. I don't think it will, but it could. If it does, I will not ride the bike. Or the air could fill with volcanic ash. Redoubt blew again this morning, but the ash missed us. It went to Homer.
Hey! What are those people doing up there, at the side of the road?
;)
They are making firewood!
;)
When I arose this morning, the temperature was in the 20's and everything outside was solid. Inside, I was groggy and I did not want to cook, I did not want to eat cold cereal. I just wanted to sit down somewhere and have someone wait on me.
I knew Margie would not want to come with me, because I took her out yesterday and the day before and it was very hard on her and so I knew she would not want to step out of the house, but I asked her anyway.
She did not want to go.
So I went by myself, which is okay because I like to be alone.
But I wasn't alone. There were all kinds of people about, including this guy, talking to the man two tables in front of me.
He demanded that I take his picture. I do not think that he knew that he demanded that I take his picture. Even though he appears to be looking straight at the camera in this frame, I am not certain that he even knew that I took his picture.
Just the same, he demanded that I take it.
He demanded just by being there in front of me, creating a visual image that I found interesting. So I obeyed. I took his picture.
;)
Then, even though I wanted only to be alone with my breakfast, I decided that I should find out something about him - his name, what he did, some sort of intelligent observation that he might make about this world.
I decided that I would wait until his conversation ended, and then ask him.
And then, as the waitress was laying my breakfast out in front of me, he finished his conversation, stepped out the door and disappeared. I could have chased after him, but the ham and eggs beckoned to me.
From what little I saw of him, he appeared to be a jovial sort of man, but also one that you would not want to mess with.
I have no idea what they conversed about, but at one point he did raise his voice and I overheard a little snippet. He had read something released by AARP. "Daylight savings time kills more people by heart attacks than any other cause," he said. He then continued on by saying something about golfers who had to get up one hour earlier, but that was all I heard.
Caleb is a golfer. I wonder if he knows about this?