The 4-pound 4-legged alarm clock (programmed to sound like a yipping puppy) woke us up at 6 a.m. A tad earlier than usual. We don't mind, tho, 'cuz our agenda is free from expected intrusions, interruptions and obligations. It's an ordinary day, left to us and Divine Intervention to live as best we can. Retirement is a profound stage of life...when we sometimes forget what day it is and there's no such thing as a weekend.
Yes, the fuzzy one spent the night here and will be going home around 5 this afternoon. Here is where I spout out about how good she is, how sweet she is and then pour my puppy love affection over her like oozy-goozy maple syrup.
The other day I mentioned the project I'm working on and how I ran into a snag. Well, that snag still hovers. The solution to half of the problem came to me in a dream. Yup. Don't ask me how or why or where these ghostly solutions originate, but this has happened to me before. It's kinda like there's an ocean of solutions/answers out there, and we have to be asleep for them to make their way into our heads. If I think about this phenomenon, a really deep well opens and begs for major pondering.
I love to ponder. Just the other day I was visiting with another person who's a tad older. We touched on the concept of the soul and evolution when the person closed our conversation with, "That's too deep for my brain today." Drat. So few are willing to volley a thought back and forth, with the hope of arousing fresh insight. I'm so willing to admit to not having all the answers. That's the fun of philosophy.
Instead of saying that we are living life, maybe we should say we're untangling life. That makes a whole lot more sense. Whatcha think?