the best of days

Today was one of those days I long for when I'm sitting at my desk during the week. A lazy drippy morning with a good book. An afternoon mulching and tending my flower gardens and NO snake encounters.

Plaza Azteca for an early supper, followed by more exhausting outdoor toil. Topped off with a sherbet float and lounge in my new incredibly comfortable chair. 

And this.

 

I am not an animal lover, but if I had a dog this would be it. Those sad eyes and droopy ears! As soon as I saw him I knew he had my personality. But alas, I don't want the responsibility of raising a puppy. My life is perfect the way it is.

A Treasure

The past few months have found me in a state of apathy, hence the long stretch of no writing. Unexpectedly I've discovered something that excites me, and I simply must share! 

Thanks to this blog, I've found a treasure of a book. Someone once said you have to read a lot of trash before you find a treasure. So true! There's been a lot of mediocre books so far this year, but this one is a shining star.

The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry

Harold is a lonely, hen-pecked old man who spends his retirement simply sitting in his chair. One day an unexpected letter shakes him up. He writes a brief reply and sets out to post it. Unexplainably, he walks past one post box after another. A chance encounter, a glimpse of faith, and suddenly he knows he will keep walking until he can deliver his letter in person. Along the way, he sorts through hurts in his life, meets people who share their struggles, and has moments of exhilaration and deep despair. 

This book has opened my eyes to humanity and even given me thoughts of taking my own pilgrimage. 😃 Harold says,

"If I just keep putting one foot in front of the other, it stands to reason that I’m going to get there. I’ve begun to think we sit far more than we’re supposed to. Why else would we have feet?”