Well its been a while. There’s a mood I get in when I want to write, and it has eluded me for a while. I don’t really know if its happiness, sadness, peace or turmoil, but maybe the best way to describe it is a sense of peace during turmoil, bittersweet.
Its been a season… My son stepped up and married the woman he loves, setting an example I hope to follow one day. My daughter got her first stripe and is soloing in our skies. My niece, who I could not admire more, became my roommate and brightened up my home.
I learned to fly fish. I have hooked one fish, two birds, my hound Bauer, and more bushes and trees than I can count.
I bought my first 2 rifles. A Winchester .30 .30 and a left handed T bolt Browning. I considered becoming a hunter but have decided despite being a meat eater I have no will to take the life from an animal. If one could eat cats, I might reconsider. Every time I step in one of Hope’s hairballs I have Hannibal Lector worthy thoughts.
I have made some new friends and unfortunately let distance come between old ones. I have gone to and avoided church. I have been up, down and everything in between. I guess what I am saying is I am just being. As I age I find myself with new questions about my old answers.
Tonight I am hanging with my dog, listening to Ray Stephenson thinking about how excited I am to fish with my son and his wife this weekend, how happy I am my daughter is safely on the ground after her evening flight, and how good God is.
I hope whoever might read this had a happy summer.
If you read this far, Thank you.
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