the daily very scary story, 6-30-20

While oot and aboot on our pre-evening gulf cart ride we took a turn down a mysterious road in our neighborhood NOT listed on any maps. There was only a sign which said “Boogertown Road – Crybaby Bridge ahead”. My father-in-law got lost driving years ago around in a Southern state, perhaps Mississippi or Tennessee, when he spotted a sign which said “Boogertown Road”. He fled the county on all four wheels! True story. While my story is mostly true there is no sign with either names, ‘Boogertwon Road’ or ‘Crybaby Bridge‘ in our neighborhood. Still, there is a small lane fit for gulf carts which lead to a small bridge. A bridge I called, “Crybaby Bridge”.



This is the bridge I called Crybaby Bridge because I was afeared of it. As we drove closer I began to shake, shimmy and stutter.



My eyes started to tense up the closer we came to it.



Closer and closer, my eyes became even tensier. Tears of dread sproinged from my fear ducts. Dare we cross it? Susan said, “Don’t be a crybaby”. I gathered what little courage I had and approached it.



What a surprise! It was made of sturdy wood built upon a firm foundation. The scary part of this story is that I had pre-named the bridge for ME – a big crybaby!


So what else is going on?



This is a bird crossing our street this morning. While most birds get around town by flapping their wings this one walked cooly across the hot asphalt with nare a care in the world. Now, I don’t know much about Charles Darwin but I’m inclined to believe he might have gotten a few things right when it comes to various species of birds. One aspect of being ‘fit for survival’ is the ability to camouflage oneself to prevent predators from finding (and eating) you. It’s astounding to me that this modern day fowl is nearly completely able to blend in with the asphalt pavement. Its capacity to make itself invisible to speeding cars and gulf carts … Wait a minute. Let me think this through. While I ponder this situation here is a picture I found on the Winn Dixie parking lot. Be right back.



OK, back.

Stupid bird!


Matthew 9:35-38

Then Jesus made a circuit of all the towns and villages. He taught in their meeting places, reported kingdom news, and healed their diseased bodies, healed their bruised and hurt lives. When he looked out over the crowds, his heart broke. So confused and aimless they were, like sheep with no shepherd. “What a huge harvest!” he said to his disciples. “How few workers! On your knees and pray for harvest hands!”

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