Quietness

   After a pretty much sleepless night due to the foster kitten, my day started at a little before 4am.  The kitten wanted breakfast and I wanted a cup of coffee.  First things first, though.  The kitten was fed and then, coffee in hand, I headed to the pier.  I had to escape even if for a few moments.  The water brings tranquility.  Once on the pier, it was just as it should be...quiet and still.  Only a few birds were chirping as they awoke and a pair of coons waddled in the marsh making sloshing sounds.  All else was quiet.  

  It is funny how being on the pier puts all things in perspective.  There are no interruptions...no distractions...just the cool breeze and a few clouds.  Later, these would develop into a thunderstorm but, for now, they were just interesting decorations in the sky.   I felt refreshed.  Bayou Therapy...always works.  Time to face the day.

  

I'm Tired

   I'm tired.  I am just tired.  Ever since July and my crazy body deciding to go cattywampus on me, things have just not been right.  I am tired.  Just plain, old tired.  Even though every doctor told me that I could continue doing what I had prior, it just is not working out that way.  Perhaps they were not aware of just how much I do around here.  Most folks do not...and I guess I never really thought about it.  I just did.  Now, that is not happenin'.  I sort of overdid today by carrying 30 wet (treated) 2X6 planks from the top of the hill all the way to the end of the pier.  Yeah, it was stupid.  Yeah, it needed to be done.  Yeah, I did it.  Now, I am paying the price.  

  While on the pier earlier, I had to opportunity to just sit for a few moments and reflect on the past year.  It has been filled with far too many stressful situations.  This is not only on a worldwide level but a personal level as well.  I realized that when I am on that pier...before the sun rises...by myself, things seem to be a lot nicer.  Then, the world is peaceful.   I am peaceful. 

  I watched as Mark eased his way out from the pier in the little skiff.  Being still rather dark, he was steering the boat by memory of how the shoreline winds along from the Bayou.  It reminded me of Pop and his fishing days so many years ago.  The thought brought a smile.  Hopefully, tomorrow, being on the pier will ease the turmoil racking this old body tonight.  I sure need it.  I am just tired...too tired...bone tired.