A Saturday in June.
How wonderful is that?
It is the time of year for weddings, picnics, pool parties, gardening, graduations, and outdoor grilling.
And for a deranged Chicken Butt? After shopping and chores?
A time to sit on my deck with a glass of wine.
Some have said: “What do you think about when you are out there, on that deck, roasting in the sun, with a glass of hot wine?”
I just give them a vacant, vacuous stare and shrug. “Huh? Isn’t it enough to just have a few hours to relax and enjoy the squirrels and rabbits in the yard?”
There are those who say that is boring and a waste of time. I should be cleaning and cooking and ironing, among other domestic tasks.
Yeah. Ok. I could be doing that. But I have decided that the important things in life should come first. Like enjoying a lovely June Saturday.
I don’t always have a conversation with myself, but today, I did.
“Hey, Chicken Butt! It’s hot out here.”
“Shut up, Pat. I mean shut up, evil twin.”
“What are you thinking about, out here, by yourself?”
“Absolutely nothing. I just let my mind wander.”
“Have you come up with any revelations?”
“I thought I saw Daniel, traveling tonight on a plane, but it was just the clouds in my eyes.”
“Don’ t you feel guilty? Just hanging out on the deck like a beached whale, singing Elton John songs?”
“Hell no. Guilt is not something I value.”
“What is it, that you truly value?”
“Waking up this morning, with another day on the planet, for starters. So, I am breathing it all in: The sun, the warmth, life, in general. And it feels good.”
“You make it all seem so simple. Life is not a walk in the park.”
“You’re right. It isn’t only a walk in the park. What it is, is a walk in the park with a bowl of cherries.”