If we were having coffee, I’d be having cider. Yes, again this week. To be fair, I’ve been drinking coffee all day, so maybe it’s time for a change. The pot is there, ready to brew the morning’s coffee and can be turned on if you’d like.
The fights are on TV. From all the talk, this may be the last UFC card on Fox. Since I don’t keep close track of all that, I Googled and found that the UFC is moving over to ESPN. Maybe it’s a good thing, maybe not. I’ll wait and see. Continue reading “#WeekendCoffeeShare – UFC Moving?”→
So this is retirement, Frank thought., his tools scattered before him.
He had dreamed of retirement for years and all the things that he would no longer have to do once that time came. Banish early mornings and the workday for starters. Retirement meant relaxing, or so he thought. But here he was, up since the crack of dawn, working on this… thing. And when this is done, there’ll be another thing waiting.
Who knew honey-do lists grew at the speed of light?
“I’ll never catch up,” he grumbled. “I’ll have to go back to work to rest from retirement.”
Jeremiah took the package and walked a little distance to the river’s edge, hopped from rock to rock and settled down where the rushing water could rumble around him.
Warm sun forced the long tan coat he wore off, so he folded it neatly and laid it beside him, clear of the water insuring it would be dry for the night’s cold. It was a good coat, showing a few holes from years of wear, but it would be good for years yet.
Settled, he looked to the sky, mumbled a few words of thanks, and unwrapped the turkey sandwich.
Gravel crunched underfoot sounding a rhythm as Casey ran the river trail. The sun blazed down, turning what should have been a cool fall day into very late summer scorcher that pulled sweat from every pore of the lone trail runner.
Just a couple more miles to the bridge and cool shade by the water.
At the bridge Casey drank water from a reusable bottle and stretched the legs out before sitting on a pile of large, cool rocks to rest in the refreshingly moist river air.
Casey never saw who lay behind the rocks until it was too late.