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Still Functioning

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It’s one of those days when the dog woke me too early and I feel like everything I’m observing is a movie in which I am not one of the characters. I guess that describes the majority of my dreams, so that is understandable. I slogged through the morning routine of walking Delilah and opening up the chicken coop, got all the animals fed, and here I sit.

Somehow, most things continue to function, including me, despite the inevitable march of time and natural inclination toward decay. The constant shifting of the earth is toying mercilessly with our fences, creating a laughingstock of my sense of order. The ramshackle construction of my chicken coop has resulted in two of the three main latches becoming mis-aligned to the point I wasn’t able to fully secure the side egg-collecting hatch last night.

Luckily, no predators noticed.

I’m told Cyndie made it back to Minnesota last night, but she arrived so late to her parents’ Edina home where her car was parked that she ended up spending the night there.

I wondered if Delilah got up early because she had understood me when I told her momma would be home when she woke up. I’d already put her to bed when the change of plans occurred.

One thing I didn’t miss while sleepily stumbling through walking Delilah this morning was the rich orchestral soundtrack of bird sounds filling the air. In addition to the chickens, pheasants, wild turkeys, and low flying geese, there were staccato drummings of woodpeckers and more varieties of songbirds than I could count. An unparalleled chorus.

Too bad I’m not as quick recording sound for you as I am at taking pictures. Of course, this morning, I didn’t even do that.

I’m still functioning, but just barely.

A warm sunny day would do wonders for my outlook, but that’s not what we have in store for today’s weather. More clouds and rain are on the way.

Sounds like maybe I could justify a nap. One where I can dream a movie of sunshine and straight fences, and latches that align while all the birds sing.

Speaking of finding myself in a movie, did I mention yet that I’ve been called for jury duty in my county in Wisconsin? The term here is 30 days, but I believe I’m released after serving one trial. I’ve been ordered to appear for a trial scheduled this Thursday and Friday, but need to call on Wednesday evening to find out if they settle out of court.

Along those same lines of barely functioning, I’m hoping for restful sleep Wednesday night, because I really don’t want to be one of those jurors who get chastised for falling asleep on the job.

Didn’t I see that in a movie somewhere?

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Written by johnwhays

April 7, 2019 at 8:32 am

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  1. I note that you are ‘barely functioning’ since you have very little left to tend to. It is one of life’s paradoxes. I hope you – and Cyndie – find a new calling soon. The man in this video keeps reminding me of you, his relation to sound, structure and a hidden outpouring that you give voice to so often in terms of your Words on Images: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ar9vsmFhJU. Breathe easy…

    Ian Rowcliffe

    April 7, 2019 at 9:06 am

    • Thank you, Ian. Your words, and this video, are more timely than you may realize.

      johnwhays

      April 7, 2019 at 9:19 am

    • Ian, thank you for your insight and support of my little brother’s moods and thoughts! This is very cool…and does anyone else see the grand resemblance this man has of Waldo (John)?!

      Marebare

      April 7, 2019 at 11:13 am

      • You are referring to his obvious radiating cool, calm, peaceful, loving demeanor?

        johnwhays

        April 7, 2019 at 3:28 pm


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