Anyone who has either been blogging for some years or has posted everyday for a year has a sizable number of words deposited behind them. My question is do any of you ever go back and re-read previous musings? I did this morning. Not because I was looking for a prompt. But because Mary Ellen over to Bad Habit had caught my wandering eye. I'm a sucker for a Nun with a butt hangin out her mouth. Ooh La La. Her blog is filled with images of nuns and well written posts. Anyway, the images of Nuns being naughty and nice reminded me of a post I wrote a couple of years back, "The Deaf Jesuits". So I looked it up and re-read what was on my mind on Friday, November 25, 2006. It is an attempt at humor. It made me laugh to write it. It made me laugh to re-read it. Maybe it will make you laugh also.
But then I noticed the post above it had a short piece at the end of the post. I am not sure why, but I liked it enough to re-post it here.
Instantly the trailer is upside down and we have to pull Aunt Myrtle out of the oaks out back. The dog's nowhere nearby and our cats haven't come down yet. Still I look for something familiar, untouched and still around. But everywhere I look is different. Changed forever. The barn's gone and the tractor too. Hated that tractor. Good riddance. The pick up is flipped up with someones tub holding it down. Devastation and destruction as far as the eye can see.
What is that? That, right there. I focus and it appears prominent. Undisturbed as if no storm had passed. The red birdhouse I built in 8th grade shop class had survived unscathed. As I begin to appreciate the luck of this miracle, a bird pops out, chirps and takes off. Disappearing into the tattered trees off to the east, I can still hear the defiance as that bird exulted in it's own survival.