From the bleachers of life....

What ma eyeballs done seen this past weekend.....

Three Bluejays chased this squirrel up and down this huge elm Saturday. Nippin' anda peckin'... Nature, survival of the fittest. Was kinda intersting to see - yet, I'm sure the hearts of those involved were pounding, pounding pounding to the beat of "this could be it... my brief stay here might be over." (Jersey waited intently at the base of the tree... hair-raised.. just wanting an afternoon snack.. no matter the species..)

Blue-hair. I'm going to turn left... I go into the left turn lane where you're sposeta - where the 'breaks' in the painted lines are... allofasudden, bluehair in nifty, new Caddy w/handicap plates jostles over the solid white line RIGHT infronta me to turn left as well. I'ma thinkin' had I been 16 or so, I'da honked my ass off at her.. tailed her a bit.. maybe flung a new word or two or gesture for her to learn.. Instead, I chuckled.

So, bluehair gets to the intersection. And I mean INTO the intersection. She was out sooooo far into traffic (red light) there's no way any car could have turned left toward her... Again I chuckle. Her and Effie probably talkin' bout Brother Frank's most recent sermon - or perhaps "could you believe how low cut that Emylou Johnson's dress was?"...

Bluehair finally gets the green light to turn left - and this is handled quite well actually.. Not fast.. not REAL slow.. but fairly well. Uh oh. She's got her left turn signal on. NO NO NO! WOAHHHH NELLIE! That's ONE WAY.. The OTHER way!.. Doesn't stop Beatrice.. she just keeps right on a peddlin' down the street - oblivious to the WRONG WAY signs... Hehe.

Two Canadian geese en route overhead. One slightly ahead.. the other 'honking' like crazy trying to catch up. It's hard to tell from 100 feet which is the male and which is the female - so I imagined the scenarios for either.... First.. HE watched her beauty from behind - followed her - was using every line in the book to entice her down for a little geese-play. Fluidly fullsteam ahead, not her intent on this day.... or, Second. SHE was pissed because he'd stayed with the fellas a little late the night before.. they were sposedta be at her folks nest over an hour ago.. she was raging on and on about "what's good for the goose...." He just wanted a cup of coffee.

The Preakness.. In case you missed it - Barbaro (Kentucky Derby winner and 3-5 fav at the Preakness) broke his leg in the race... was sad to watch.. he tried his best on three legs to keep up.. the jockey doing any/every thing to stop Barbaro... five hours of surgery later he's got a 50/50 chance to survive... Fleeting. Life is fleeting. I'm rootin' for Barbaro. Ifn's he makes it - it'll be a life of "standing at stud." That sounds like one of the better occupations I've heard of.

A so-so weekend at the casino. I stayed a record SHORT four hours. I gain peace from observing whilst at the blackjack tables. If you ever go into a casino - go see what I mean. Seven stools - and amongst those sitting on the stools (AND co-existing) could be: a brother from the hood.. a widow'd greyhair from Johnson County.. a frat snotnose.. two 30-something sisters on a night out... a 40-something IT specialist... a truck driver from Pennsylvania... a father/daughter team.. you get the gist. Different, but all getting along. Martin Luther King's dream happens at the blackjack table. It still doesn't wholly happen in life - but it does at the blackjack table. Oh, and I did abide by my "no flirting" instructions.. and I DID NOT look down the tops of the scantily clad cocktail waitresses.. Them sonsabitches just GOT to get taller stools for the blackjack tables.

Yes, even at $2.59 a gallon, we took a spin in the country Saturday.. Seena deer sleeping on the sidea the road.. dunno why them suckers sleep with there legs all out straight and everything.... Went by farmer Roe's house. Seen his ole 74 Chevy truck out in the pasture.. it bit the dust in '96.. then I got ta thinkin' about his property being in line for annexation by our fine city.. and how he'd one day haveta tow his truck off the property (and pay sky-high taxes.) Sorry brother - 'For the good of all people'. Personally I thought it looked rather charming there what with that fescue risin' thru the holes in it's bed..

MONDAY. It's a new week, a new start. Tickle someone's funny bone. Take a moment, or an hour or an evening - spoil yourself. Howabout one planned "giving" this week? I'ma thinkin' bout what I can do. God Bless to all - and when the Beatrice's of life allofasudden pull out infronta ya - stay calm.. please take a deep breathe.. chuckle.... then flip her off!