Treasure! Found a Morgan…

I was laying awake in the bed this morning looking at the ceiling when Maggie scooted over and snuggled up against me to get warm.  I put my arm around her and it felt so good. I set the air conditioning on 72 degrees before bed and the room was really cool.   “You bout ready for a walk?” I asked her softly with a smile after laying there for another 30 minutes.  Lazy puppies!  That immediately perked her up.  I really didn’t want to get out of my comfy bed myself, but our rituals beckoned and I was wide awake. Maggie knew as I was getting dressed that we were about to head out.  She went and hung out around the piano where the leash and harness is kept. It was a beautiful morning with a temperature of 62 degrees – perfect walking weather.  Dozens and dozens of mockingbirds were busy defending their turf and calling for mates even before the sun was anywhere near on the horizon.  The birdsong was almost overwhelming to my ears – the cacophony of nature.  It sounded frenzied and desperate. As Maggie and I walked past the downtrodden neighborhood behind the Circle K, I saw something shiny on the sidewalk and it was a 1921 Morgan silver dollar.  I was astonished at finding this little gem amidst the broken glass of a liquor bottle. I couldn’t believe my luck.  I usually have crappy luck in life. “It is going to be my lucky day,” I told my Maggins who trotted along side of me. It was too warm this m...

Source: The 4th Avenue Blues - April 10, 2013 Category: Mental Illness Authors: Andrew Quixote Source Type: blogs