Just another test – six months later…

It is a beautiful day again. I'm eating my lunch on the patio listening to the birds. In the far background I can hear equipment moving dirt, people building houses, cars driving somewhere. But I think I will stay here. When I was very young the sound of men working meant somebody much older than I was out there taking care of the world. Now that I am much older, the sound of men working means someone much younger is taking care of the world. I guess somewhere in between these ages of mine, I must've been making noises to assure the young and the old that someone was taking care of the world.

This is the first blog. And, it is just a test.

The day is beautiful. Sun coming up, air is nippy cold.