TheBanyanTree: In the Bleak Mid-Winter

[nancyiee at aol.com]

And. . a Happy and forward New Year to you, too.
 
I woke to rain. It had rained all night (though I was so tired when I  
finally went to bed I did not hear it) because the driveway has puddles, and all 
 the outdoor dog dishes are full.
 
I don't mind the rain. We needed it, and . .it isn't snow.
 
In watching the rain, and putting the horses into their stalls for the day, 
 I had the fleeting thought that God promised he would not wash the wrong 
from  the world again with a flood.  But . . he's like the parent glancing at 
the  whuppin' stick behind the door, he's saying a quiet . . "watch 
yourself" to all  Mankind.
 
I have no resolutions.  If I lose the weight, chasing horses and  kayaking 
will do that, and if I can stay away from the smoothies at  work.  I already 
don't smoke nor drink to access. Like Margaret, I do like  a sip of wine 
now and then. (and my place of employment is putting in a winery  within the 
year, and I hope to be part of that endeavor.)
 
Last night I was a tattletale.   . . called 911. (YOU ON THE  NORTHBOUND 
FREEWAY IN THE RED CONVERTIBLE DRIFTING FROM LANE TO LANE AND MAKING  US ALL 
NERVOUS ON NEW YEAR'S EVE, YES, YOU, WITH THE WAVING HAIR AND THE GRIN ON  
YOUR FACE,  . . .YOU'RE BUSTED.)
 
Happy New Year to you all.