what a beautiful day....

have you ever wondered what an e-mail or text message would look like if all your fingers were one key off, either to the right or left....I just found out. my title looked like this: ejsy s nrsiyogi; fsu//// seriously...I don't look at the screen much when I type and I rarely look at the keyboard. Sometimes I look at the painting hanging over my desk of Hill Country bluebonnets painted by my baby sister, Debbie. Sometimes I watch cartoons with the grandkids if they are visiting Mammy's House. Sometimes I just close my eyes and start writing. Some of my favorite stories have come about that way. I do have to spend a lot of time editing my work but the joy of running my fingers over the keyboard as fast as I can is satisfying to say the least. I wish I could type as fast as thoughts pass through my mind. My brain, in comparison to some, is like Rhode Island compared to Texas....mine being Rhode Island of course. It doesn't take long for a thought to pass from border to border and then be gone forever. I wake up some mornings with so many story ideas I am tempted to take the day off so I can write. Sadly, by the time the world has used me for nine or ten hours I don't feel much like writing. I always think I'll get around to it tomorrow.....do you see my problem? All I meant to write was a few lines about how beautiful the day was and off I went on another tangent. I think I'm probably clinically crazy...is that a scientific term?? The day ended as so many do this time of year. The sun has a certain glow as it goes down on an autumn day. I love to sit out on the swing or on the tailgate of my truck just to enjoy watching the shadows change as the day ends. The air is crisp and clean after a summer of heat and humidity. This is the best time of year. If you disagree you are welcome to your opinion....despite how wrong you are. One more thing about this time of year and I will go back to doing what I do best...nothing. I was turning my compost pile Tuesday afternoon. No one showed up to turn it for me all summer so it didn't get turned too often. Deb assumed it was ruined. It was so good I turned parts of it twice. The mulch is so dark brown it's almost black. It's soft and smells good enough to eat. I wouldn't do that though. Along the west perimeter of the pile I dug up something small and very dead. I think it was the mole I tried to kill earlier in the summer...mission accomplished. I turned that spot again really fast. A memorial service is scheduled for Saturday at 9 a.m. Bring donuts. Take care and jsbr s hppf errlrmf@@