Thursday, July 28, 2022

In the moment

The rain started just before 6 a.m. Over the next two hours there was some grumbling thunder and 0.31 inches of soft, soaking rain. It was delightful.

Once the rain had let up the weekly (ish) tornado siren test was conducted. The construction in the background is the new local hospital boondoggle. Yeah, don't get me started...

Things were lovely and green out on the prairie, and there were no cattle out.


Being a Homo sapiens type ape-lizard, during my non-sleeping hours I find myself constantly making and modifying plans. I think most of us are that way. It's part of navigating life. I make both short- and long-term plans, and then, as Gunny Highway put it, I improvise, adapt, and overcome whenever reality refuses to adhere to my plan. Strangely enough, reality never lines up exactly with my plans. It's usually in the vicinity, but to get stuff to actually work out requires that I tweak my plans to make up for all of the incorrect assumptions I based them on.

When I find myself dealing with real reality and having to junk my moronic version of imagined reality, I have two choices. I can shoulder the adversity I've made for myself and relish the challenge, or I can whine and bitch and complain that "it's not fair" in true 'merkin professional victim style.

As for the second choice,

As for the first, it's the hard choice and by far the best choice. It's livin' in the moment, and that's where the best of life is lived.


I spent a lot of time in the moment today. Quite a bit of it was with the kids. I shot a couple of long videos, almost forgetting that I was filming as I experienced lovely, lovely moments. I intended to post them up, the videos that is, but I suspect they're not as awesome as I think they are. Or perhaps that kids at play are just kids at play unless they're your kids.

There were three yard bunnies too.


After supper and as I was preparing to soak my aching carcass there was a knock at the door. Three of the tweener neighborhood kids wanted to play on the tree swings. That was a good moment to be in, a small town neighborhood moment that is possibly rather a rare thing for most of today's civilized world.


Be well and embrace the blessings of liberty.



  1. Semper Gumby is always a good plan too.
    John Blackshoe.

    1. Action figure version: Always stretchy
      Claymation version: Always squishy
      Gunny Highway version: Always flexible
      Yesterday's post started off well and with good intentions. But you know what they say about good intentions.
      Thanks for stopping by and commenting John!

  2. I like to talk about living in the moment, and I'm pretty sure it sounds good. But when it comes down to it I grumble a lot about the inconvenience.
    Take, for example, our recent excursion to Ohio. It was to be a straight run east, mostly on I-80. Other family members were making the same journey from other parts of the West and planning to shop colleges for the granddaughter who's a high school senior this year. They got as far as a Denver suburb when they had an accident that temporarily stranded them and totaled the vehicle. Fortunately, nobody was injured. They continued their journey by air, leaving all of the extra gear at Denver, where we'd agreed to retrieve it.
    So our plans changed, big time, as did the amount of available space in our car.
    The story gets better, but it's like the shaggy dog so I won't bore you with the details.

    1. That sounds like a heck of an excursion. Thank goodness no one was hurt.
      The funny thing about getting adjusted by life is that as much as it can suck, it's also where livin' happens. Maybe it's just a Jedi mind trick I whip on myself but I love the stuff of fate. What the Stoics called Amor Fati.
      Thanks for stopping by and commenting Skip!