"Salty advice?"

It’s still dark out. I am awake. Duh. I hear the sound of the street sweeper as it kicks up the water on the road, so I know it’s been raining. Again. The coffee has been brewed. I like it strong. The aroma wafts through the house so I know it must be morning.

I’ve already read 'Danny’s' post, and Barbara’s post, and her comment to my Mirror Image. Barbara thinks I should make friends with the 'old woman' who’s made a home in my house. I do believe she is right. Though it has been difficult. My mind still thinks we're in the decade of the 1960s, while my body has already caught-up with the 21st century. We are in the 21st, aren’t we?

I fear if I acquiesce to the 'old woman', I will then face the inevitable: my fate. I don’t think I’m ready for that. But I will sidle-up, slowly, to her, and see what she has to offer. Barbara could just be right about the 'salty advice'.

'Danny' needs some posting ideas. When I don't have 'anything', I am silent for a few days so inspiration can cross over the line to find the creative process. I suppose writing outside the boundaries is an acquired taste. Both for the writer and for the reader. But then, if you are still reading, you must have acquired a 'taste' for these words, and find the flavor somewhat pleasurable, right?

Like I said many postings ago: we cross the path of another for a reason.....God doesn’t always give us what we want, but He sure does always give us what we need, though we may not even know it at the time.

Still dark out. The street sweeper has done it’s job as I can no longer hear it. The sound of little pebbles against the glass of my window tells me it's still raining. And the coffee? Too strong. Even for me.

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