Monday October 14th 2013 Tim
When I think about it I am surrounded by SOPs.
A great many of them unwritten yet imposed upon me by a desire for peace
and quiet. The equity in harmony. Then when I am alone SOPs begin
to drift badly. "I'll just mash a potato, throw in some
frozen chard and fry an egg." "Not much point in shaving." "I'll
go to the mail tomorrow." "Maybe the grass will need mowing in
I guess in the sunshine and
warmth a Woolly Bear, can also be lead astray. His Standard
Operating Procedure at this time in October should be to gallop around in a
determined manner so that the likes of you and I might contemplate the
quality of the coming winter. But I have seen a comrade. He was just lazing
there on the walk, smiling at me. And compared to other Woolly Bears, who
this year are mostly dark, he was completely orange.