Listened to the show Saturday and it was not bad. I’d just gotten in from the grocery store when the show came on, and I spent a good part of the first half putting away groceries. Nothing to complain about; I was in the kitchen, I was warm, had the house to myself, and the pure joy of groceries scattered everywhere. Didn’t take long to put it all where it goes, and when I finished, I pulled out of the oven the small chicken pot pie with broccoli I’d picked up in the deli and kept in the oven on “warm” while I worked.
Listened to the show Saturday and it was not bad. It was Valentine’s Day, and a lovely day. Cold outside, and the sun came out awhile, and I spent much of the day cleaning and thinking about what I might give up for Lent and wishing we would have a sudden immense Sky Dump of snow for a day or three and then we might move on. I wished it only for a moment, though. I’ve really learned that we can’t do much where Nature is concerned, and Spring will come eventually, so best to get up each morning and do my thing, come snow or sub-zero or bright shining sun.
Listened to the show Saturday and it was not bad. Not bad at all. There was a guest host, a Mr. Thile, and I enjoyed his voice and such, and I think he did a fine job. I did miss Mr. Keillor’s voice, I will say, but that’s pretty much a given, and frankly I’m glad he has a bit of a break from the show. People who work hard need a gear shift now and then, a change of activity, down time for some, a workout for others. Even if it’s only a short while. You enjoy what you do when it’s not all you do. Often a break for me is a shift to a different kind of work, and I’m blessed for sure to live a life where I, daily, have an array of work from which to choose.
Listened to the show Saturday and it was not bad. Not at all bad, with John Fullbright to boot, singin’ his heart out and makin’ mine ache. He played this song titled, “When You’re Here”: And in my heart, stands a scarecrow, and if he’s hurt he doesn’t say so, and he chases everything he loves away. But at night when it’s colder there’s a bluebird on his shoulder, and he whispers that he’ll hold her one bright day…