Spring's hope is eternal......

Whew, life is interesting.....

I liken it to an airplane ride....  Mosta the time, smooth sailing.  Ya plop your feet out front, lean back..  nab the Delta Sky Magazine.. get all absorbed in a good read... plop the tray table down in hopes of them eventually getting to you for a cold soda and a bagga peanuts (if there ain't anyone onboard that's allergic... it's ok, I love their cookies too.)

Then.... it hits.. tUrBuLeNcE....  you bounce up.. you bounce down.. your leg muscles get taught to offset the up/down, as if that's going to do anything to help.  It's airborne black ice.  Color me guilty in not turning to God frequently enough - but when tUrBuLeNcE hits, I'm there.

Sometimes, even in smooth skies, we find something to complain about, like, how the seats are narrower but we're wider.  Or, you're sitting in 7C, the feller in 6C has his seatback set so far back, he's actually in 6C and 1/2, and you fear getting his dander in your cold soda pop.

Back to smooth sailing.  You peek to the left out the window, and marvel at God's handiwork below.  You wonder what State you're in, but you really don't care as long as your 'state' ain't tUrBuLeNt.

Spring.  It's peeks thru the winder' shades.  Yum.  You sit in your easy chair, watch the local morning news, see it's going to be 70 degrees today - and you wanna brag about it to your friends in AZ, CA, FL that live with that all year long.  It's OK, life comes with goosebumps, but it's now our time.  Yum, again,

Like the blinds on the winder' where the sun is peeking thru - so too do we dodge, try to blockout, the everyday yuck, tUrBuLeNcE that comes with it.  Deaths, wrecks, shootings, payoffs, Political indigestion - that no higher or lower altitude will ease the pain, and our bodies ain't equipped with ailerons...so, we just gotta temporarily close the blinds, turn off all noisemaking electronics, grab a Rolaid... and take 30 seconds to study ones eyelids to block out the Skeletor, Wicked Witch of the West types of life...not to mention, dialing up God.

Good happens too. Here's my Final Four (ok, actually 5):

Watched a video where a Good Samaritan (a better man than I) took his pole with a noose to assist a mountain lion whose foot was stuck, being crushed by a metal trap.  Risking life, limb and halfa hand, he managed to get the noose around the cat...  after a few quick dodges of mountain lion 'snaps', he was able to open the trap, free the lion's leg, take the noose off, and not get eaten as the lion eventually ran off into the woods.

Another, a cop jumping a Trumplike, spiked wall to assist a large hound whose body was entangled by a tarp, thus, not allowing him escape.  In a jiff, he mostly gained the frantic dog's trust.. was able to clip the tarp off.. and the happy ending had the dog hoisting his front paws on the cop's shoulders, only to then receive fifty or so licks of thanks.

Then, there was the article about the NWMSU basketball coach.. ten years ago, at AGE TWENTY-SEVEN, he was entrusted with the job.  In 2011, on a bus ride home after suffering a defeat to move his team to a 10-16 record - he snuck to the backa the bus, quietly dialed his mom up to tell her he was done, quitting, giving up.  Mom talked him outta that, suggested ways he could get his players thinking more positively.  He stayed.  Won the National Championship a few years ago, is presently 35-0 this year, and three wins from their second National Championship.  They should change the song to "Thank heaven, for little girls AND MOMS."  Without them what would little boys do?

And then our #1 KC Royal's draft choice from 6 years ago.. those long years filled with injury, disappointment, tUrBuLeNcE... Spring's hope is eternal.  He stuck with it.  He wasn't dead, but a year ago his baseball career had one foot in the mortuary door.. ABOUT FACE...FORWARD MARCH..   Yum, there's great likelihood he will make the roster this year... "I've dreamed about that since I was 2."

And yet another KC Royal who toiled, labored, survived the up, down, bus rides, low pay, failure, success, failure, success, also for 6 years.. and presto.. he's knocked the cover off the ball this Spring.  George Brett let the cat outta the bag, announced to media "he made the roster" before he was supposed to announce that.  Reporters asked Brett if the guy cried.  Coincidentally, George had asked the guy the same question.  "I didn't when they told me, but I did later."

Spring's hope is eternal.

Damnit, I can't get this pair of shorts to button at the waist..  Oh well.. I'll zip my zipper up as far as I can, wear my shirt out, buckle my belt, they'll never know.  tUrBuLeNcE happens sometimes, whether you're in 7C, 6C and 1/2, or, when having a 38 and 1/2" waistline in pair of 38" shorts.

Opening day is tomorrow. Please put your tray tables in the upright position, and fasten your seat-belt just in case.  I'll go the the gym next week,

Love, Victurd