August 30: Picture of the Day

So I spent Sunday blasting an old cast-iron tub with a sledge hammer.

Must have earned me some points. And not just in a cosmic sense.

At some point today, in what was a very odd and long day, my wife said, “Do you need a picture?”

Of course.

A leaf emerged. Not just any leaf. A wild-looking leaf. A sign of things to come. Fall is nearing. Hunting is coming. The best time of year? I think so.

So as I sit here hours later, smiling finally, ears still ringing from blasting the 1983 vintage tub (yes, I won), I can’t help but be happy. Some of that is that the boys are asleep, finally, and the music is blaring. Stones. Pavarotti. The Clash. Smashing Some Pumpkins. Budweiser. A good mix.

Beyond that is much more that pleases, at least in retrospect. Lawyer business. Bank business. New projects to come (stay tuned). The weeds mowed today in the dove field (thanks Gordon). A few birds that showed up. The bathroom moves forward, as it must in advance of hunting season. Momentum building. Much to do. Much to enjoy.

But most of all, my wife had a picture for me. A good one, too.

Life is good. It really is.