For some reason it feels like Friday. I have been thinking Friday all morning. It is, however, Thursday, and though my friend Duane stopped his weekly link-up long ago, I am feeling pleasantly disturbed. So here, in no reasonable order are random thoughts fluttering through my head today.
Wood ticks. While I am happy to report I have not noticed a singe mosquito yet this year, wood ticks have made their presence known. Just thinking of them makes the crawly feelings begin and I find myself scratching, swatting, checking and rechecking every inch of myself for invaders before they have a chance to take a bite and burrow in.
Rick was out taking pictures of a unusual cloudy sky the other night and couldn't resist snapping a few shots of Faith. I was thrilled that her beautiful blue eyes were visible without the typical camera red-eye glare.
But what's that at the top corner of her eye? I didn't recall Faith having a beauty mark. She doesn't! Upon closer examination, the spot was indeed a wood tick getting ready to grab hold. Here come those creepy sensations again.... I know that God has a reason for all things. I'd be quite willing to listen to His explanation for creating these noxious pests.
Our garden tractor needs repairs but the grass is not willing to wait. So this morning, instead of my usual cycling or video aerobics workout I walked in circles with the power push mower. Around and around and around, longing for the 54" cut of the tractor but not able to imagine how one could push such a thing. I trod and pushed until I ran out of gas, using quads and hamstrings, triceps and pectoral muscles. I could have used the time to sing, or pray or ponder a solution to world hunger, but instead I seem to have spent the ninety minutes numb brained, thinking of nothing at all. Perhaps the synapses needed the rest.
Every day there has been the scent of smoking stubble drifting by as farmers burn their fields before cultivating and planting. This is an effective and natural technique that never fails to frighten me. No matter how safe they try to be, man can not control the changing directions of the wind and fire has a life of its own. Disturbing indeed, but the smoke and ash in the air help create stunning sunsets.
Duane Scott who first dreamed up Pleasantly Disturbed Thursdays is graduating from nursing school. I applaud his efforts and his ability to continue writing, loving, and giving God glory through his time of studying. He has even redirected some of his excess creativity into painting. Stop by a give him a shout at his site
Scribing The Journey. You might want to mention squirrels, one of his disturbing pleasures.
This is
not a squirrel. If you thought it was, you might have already started celebrating Thursday a bit too early.
