22 February, 2013


The term "no brainer" does not apply for me. Thankfully, breathing and scratching when and where it itches are "hard-wired in" so to speak, because for the most part if I don't keep my head in the game it shows.

Thoughts were drifting as I was in the kitchen opening a bottle of bubbly, which I've done thousands of times. Without incident. Don't know how that exuberant little cork flew from the protective towel in my hands and headed straight for the window. On the window sill stands a plastic child's toy, circa 1950's. Green Army Man as us old folks say. He was unearthed when John and I lived in Wilmington, NC.

This steadfast sentinel has stood watch over us in the kitchen windows of three homes in three different cities. He never wavered as the cork hurtled through space and struck him with enough force to lay him out flat. The window did not break. Duty done. Thank you, Green Army Man. You took one for the team.

And you have now been promoted to Green Army Sergeant First Class - all the way!


Daytime Duty

Always Vigilant

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