MEMORIES OF COUNTRY LIVING.

GOOD MORNING UNKNOWN PEEPS. IM NOT YELLING,, I JUST CANT F IGURE OUT HOW TO MAKE THE FONTS BIGGER ON THIS SILLY THING. SO CAPPS IT IS.
I MISSED A GOOD SUNSET LAST NIGHT... I KNOW AT THE RANCH, I NEVER MISSED ONE... THEY WERE SO GOOD THERE. NOW I LIVE AT A PLACE WHERE YOU CANT SEE A GOOD SUNSET. I THINK THATS WHAT I MISS THE MOST. BUT I DO NOT MISS THE LONELY TIMES... TAKING WALKS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT....BY MOONLIGHT.. TALKING WITH GOD...ABOUT WHAT I AM DOING THERE YEAR AFTER YEAR ALONE. IT WAS MY TIME IN THE "WILDERNESS"...

I NOW QUESTION WHAT I AM DOING FOR A LIVING. I LIKE THE JOB OK I MEAN... BUT THE HOURS ARE MANY. I GET UP AT 5 AM... ITS HARD. BUT HEY THEY ARE DAY TIME HOURS. IM OFF AT 5... WEEKENDS OFF. MAYBE I SHOULDNT BE TOO DISCONTENT.  STILL I AM PRAYERFUL ABOUT THIS. I KNOW GOD IS A JUST GOD. I KNOW HE WILL TAKE CARE OF WHAT NEEDS TAKING CARE OF... I KNOW HE WILL TAKE CARE OF ME. I AM THANKFUL. I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN THANKFUL.

I HEAR A ROOSTER CROW EACH MORNING..IN THE NIGHT HOURS. AT MY NEW HOME.. IT REMINDS ME OF THE COUNTRY LIVING I CAME FROM. IT MAKES ME SMILE. I HOPE THAT OLD ROOSTER LASTS FOREVER. I NEED TO T HINK ABOUT GETTING A BULL NOW... BUT I AM DELAYED FINANCIALLY... AS KT IS RACKING UP A FEW WEDDING BILLS. ITS OK... ILL GET THERE EVENTUALLY.
SO CROW ROOSTER CROW.... SCREAM YOUR HEAD OFF ELVIS. I USED TO HAVE A ROOSTER NAMED ELVIS. HE WAS PRETTY AND BLACK..AND WELL GROOMED. HE STOOD ON THE BACK PORCH AND "SANG" TO ME.I WAS USED TO HIM..BUT THE FEW VISITORS I HAD WERE NOT. HA. THEY LEFT. BUT ELVIS LEFT THE BUILDING A LONG TIME AGO. SO SING ON ROOSTER... BRING ME MEMORIES OF THE COUNTRY TIMES NOW PAST.

SO LEAD ME LORD, OPEN A DOOR... IF YOU WANT ME TO GO THRU IT... SHOW IT TO ME SO I CAN JIGGLE THE KNOB..SEE IF IT MOVES. ILL DO SOMETHING DIFFERENT .. IM OPEN TO IT. HECK LOOK AT ME NOW. NOW LETS MAKE SOME COFFEE, AND MEDITATE IN YOUR LIGHT. NOTHING IS BETTER THAN THAT..ONCE YOU LEARN TO DO IT. IT BRING SUCH PEACE, NO MATTER WHAT IS GOING ON IN YOUR LIFE. ITS A SECRET OF THE ...NINJA SORTA... KNOWLEDGE LIKE THAT MEANS THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN GOING INSANE, AND BREEZING THROUGH HARD TIMES. ITS WHAT MAKES AN OAK ...AN OAK TREE....IT HANGS ON. WEATHERS THINGS OUT. REMAINS SOLID. NO PROBLEM. SO YOU CAN CALL ME CAPT SUNDANCE. HA.

SO CAPT SUNDANCE NEEDS CAFFIENE... IF THERE IS ANYONE OUT THERE STILL ALIVE THAT READS T HIS MESS I WRITE, PLEASE PRAY. I KNOW IM DOING WHAT IM SUPPOSED TO DO FOR NOW...BUT NOT FOREVER. IM LOOKING FOR CHANGES. FOR A DOOR. SHOW ME THE DOOR LORD! NOW LETS HAVE COFFEE, FB TIME, AND GO WRITE A FEW TICKETS.