You may recall that one of my obsessive-compulsive collection-addictions is pictures of the dawn sky over eastern Carrollton and Dallas. So far I have only taken two. Through Sunday I was still sleeping late with no children to drop off at school. Just so the numbers match, here is number two;
So, why not three, you say? Today is Wednesday after all? Well, I can’t take a picture of the sunrise when it is overcast and threatening cold rain. We may have our share of clouds on the horizon this year, with El Nino raging to the West and the jet stream dipping down to Mexico to deliver freezing Arctic blasts thanks to climate change. Does that mean I expect bad things to be coming my way? Of course I do. I am old. I have six incurable diseases, and I have survived cancer once already. I am closer now to the day I will die than I have ever been in my life. And now Donald Trump has the technical possibility of being elected President of the United States. Who says Jehovah God and the Greek goddess of History don’t have bizarre senses of humor?
But despite the ill omens and the badness I anticipate, life is still good and will not be repressed. I intend to live for all I am worth. Have I not earned it, being a public school teacher for 31 years? Have I not earned it by raising three wonderful kids, one of whom serves this country as a US Marine? Have I not earned it by picking up dog poop in the park four times a day, and sometimes more off the carpet in the house for the last four years? I believe in savoring what we have been granted, and using the gifts and abilities given to me by God. That is why I am still blogging every day for the fourteenth month in a row. And, miracle of miracles, I am not talking to the wind with no one really listening any more. When I was blogging on Xanga from 2005 to 2007, I only had one or two followers that even read my stuff… and they didn’t tune in every day. Some of you have started doing more than just looking at the pictures. I have evidence in the comments that some of you read my posts all the way to the end. I thought I was the only blogger that did that. And I had 276 views last week. 349 the week before. 9651 people viewed my blog in 2015. I have 87 views in just the three days of this week so far. I can no longer claim to be the best-written blog that nobody ever reads. I have to compete now with the other writers who write good stuff. Ooh… I am doomed. But I intend to enjoy it. I have at least one novel in the works to be published. I have another one already published that should be available at least on Amazon until well after I have curled up my toes and went for a final bye-bye. Bad things are sure to happen. But for now, the sun is still coming up every morning in my little world.