My thoughts released; a mind set free |
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These pages contain my thoughts, from meandering ideas and persuasions to deep cerebrations and serious mentations. Why, for what purpose? To release my mind and set creativity free. Somewhere inside the constraints of my mind dwells a writer, a poet, an artist who paints with words. In here, I release those constraints and set the artist free. Perhaps, lost somewhere in the depths of thought, is a story or a poem, waiting to be written. |
| It's still above freezing here, and today we saw early spring weather, temperatures in the fifties, lots of sun, and just a light breeze; a very beautiful day. Most of the snow is gone except in areas where the sun doesn't reach it, and even that is diminishing rapidly. We had to make an early run to Fergus Falls again today. My wife needed to have her hearing aids cleaned and serviced. We arrived a half hour early in hopes of her getting in right away. It's a walk-in, first-come type set up, and we hoped to be done quickly. I know, it never works out that way. Or does it? I dropped her off at the door and went and parked. I had just shut the engine off when she texted me she was done and at the door. I knew right then, this was going to be a good day. Since we finished up so quickly, we decided to take a scenic route home, driving through the metropolis of Phelps Mill (you can look that one up, but I doubt the population exceeds fifty people. They do have a nice park, and we were hoping walk the dogs a bit, but the park was still closed for the season. From there, we headed over to Pelican Rapids to grab some breakfast. WE got goodies to go and proceeded to drive over to Maplewood State Park and walk the dogs there before returning home. It was a fine day, an enjoyable morning, and I noticed one thing in common at every location: ice. Lots of wet, slippery, and thick ice. A few more days like today and we should be about done with the ice, but until then, it's almost impossible to walk anyplace without doing some kind of funky, slip-sliding, disco moves on the ice. As I said, a few more days of the ice capades, then we get to deal with the mud capades. Then, once the ice and snow have all but vanished, the mud has all but dried up, and spring officially arrives, we'll get dumped on with at least a foot of wet, sticky, and heavy snow one last time; we always do. |