Lately I’ve been taking a trip to war zones with the Cordell Logan mysteries, written by David Freed. Cordell is one of those characters I love, former Seal, etc. If you decide to listen to this series, skip “Fangs Out” as it is narrated by a horrid monotone boring person. Read it instead.😉
You will have to excuse my use of “o” and “i” mistakes as they sometimes get by my tired old eyes. At least if something comes across as shocking using them, you’ll know why. 🙄
Yesterday I had the privilege of riding around with my daughter and her daughter- we are 75, 50, and 25. We always have a fun time and noticed we all made slight groans getting back into the car which caused unified laughter. Mine from sitting too long in the wheelchair, my daughter walking too long on her bad knee and my granddaughter having had hip surgery she’s still recovering from. What a trio!😀 No matter. It’s always a fun trip!
Joe leaned forward in his stadium seat to watch his oldest, Jack, run on to the field. It would be his first time off the bench this season. Joe knew his son had “what it takes” but Jack also had to believe in himself.
The arid landscape was flat and had smaller grains of sand for easier navigation. The ants in lockstep trailed after the leader of the colony, it’s expatiate warning heeded by all. The dune buggy races were beginning soon and all needed to find cover ASAP!
“When worker ants come to know about some kind of food or other resource, they leave a mark with the help of Fermons Liquidi to come back. In this way, the worker ants leave a similar mark for the ants that follow them. Every ant leaves these traces of the ants coming after it. This helps them to walk together.”
I rub my morning eyes Tired from a fitful sleep Dreaming once again of you Seeing your chunky tanned hands Soft to the touch The wide gold wedding band still present. Many years, it still remains our symbol— A lasting commitment of early love.
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