Bender: Midnight meditation | INFORUM

Nicely, f-you to that mess in Afghanistan, I assume ruefully, my prediction of far more useless troopers two months in the past unfortunately prescient. Why is it we only count America’s dead?

Ah, the scars we go away on this earth.

In the length, a coyote, then a different, one more, then five. I can pick out their distinct mournful voices. 6. 7. Perhaps 8. No, that would be literary license.

Three. 3 fingers, essentially.

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These are not the worst of moments, any college student of historical past is aware that, but God assistance us if they are the best. We’re underneath assault by the Retailers of Worry. Which would be a good band title. Referred to as it.

What a week. I awoke Wednesday to an warn that I might botched a identify in my column. You will find a truism in journalism: no issue how numerous occasions you proof your do the job, errors are only noticeable in ink, and then they leap off the web page to strangle you. On the other hand, the morning soon after that my cell phone pings with 4 messages of many thanks for my effusive tale about the football team’s huge win and emergence from the wilderness after so extended. Heck, the little ones wrote that tale. I am just a witness.

So I’m batting .500 for the 7 days, an typical that will get you into Cooperstown and drummed out of journalism.

Gus’s limp tail curls and he growls. Maybe at the raccoons who ate each and every cob of corn final year and are effectively into it once again. I had no illusions I would get to consume any I planted it for the bandits. A holdup. Your dollars or your corn. A surrender.

The air smells of need to right after two inches of rain fell on to the parched earth in a couple of days. San Andres cracks experienced opened up in my yard, yawning like the fledglings by my front doorway, waiting to be fed. Now, quenched.

Lightning flashes in the south. The hoot of an owl. A lot more yipping. Nearer.

This 7 days, on the pretty day my beloved Baltimore Orioles broke a 19-sport slide, I spotted an oriole at the jelly feeder they have been absent most of the summer time, and I you should not know why. So, all is properly. Listed here, the Retailers can’t touch me. I’m only wounded if I let it.

The throaty rumble of thunder appears ominous to most but in it I hear God laughing, since he knows, as Harriet advised me in the most dire of instances, “Everything will be alright.”

A moth flutters earlier my ear seeking for the mild.

It is sprinkling now as I drink in these previous times of summer time. Gus appears to be like up expectantly. Waiting. When I last but not least rise, soggy, he is relieved.

Nowadays, less than pale blue morning skies, I see the grass has absent green in just one closing hurrah. The rain gauge reports one more ¼ of an inch. Puddles.

We have on.

Everything’s likely to be alright.

And the little ones gained all over again.