Crooked Finger (crookedfingers) wrote,
Crooked Finger

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the Day of Pentecost.

It is 9:52 AM Sunday morning. It is not snowing but it is cold. I noticed this morning that our chipmunks have awaken from their winter sleep. As I was watching our birds by our bird feeder I saw in our neighbors back yard chipmunks chasing each other. I usually see in the Spring chipmunks under our bird feeder. I also found out where our rabbits sleep during the day. Our neighbors have in the far corner of their yard a stack of old brush that has been covered with snow. I noticed our rabbits hoping over to that corner and disappearing underneath the old brush. I also saw one of our rabbits sleeping on top of the brush heap and took a picture. All around us is God's creation. I love God's creatures like birds, rabbits, cats, dogs etc. . .

I got up this morning around 7:15 AM. I turned all our clocks to the new time. Where did that hour go? What Time is it really? So I got up turned all our clocks. Next I made a pot of coffee and messed with our main computer. After messing with our main computer I wrote in my paper diary.

Carol called around 8:55 AM for me to come and get her. So has gone by existence. My wife has gone to bed for day. She plans to get up and go to church this evening. I thought about going back to church, but I get freaked thinking about worshiping God among strangers. I do not like being in crowds. The only place I feel safe is here in our house. Outside is the barren hostile Wasteland.

I have no plans for the day ahead of me. I will read my books and watch God's creatures from our kitchen window. I should go for a walk someplace and take pictures.

Well I will close to drift.


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