Personal blog of christian
writer & fallible mom
Katy McKenna Raymond
in Kansas City, Missouri
Katy is represented by
Greg Johnson at
WordServe Literary
Read more Katy at
LateBoomer.net
123
Recent Posts
- Try
- Becoming Brenda Starr
- Off Beat
- Scattered
- That’s It
- So I’ve Finally Signed With An Agent. Now What?
- The Spoon
- Sciatica
- Sweetheart
- A Woman’s Train of Thought Has No Caboose
- However much we own, we are all still living on borrowed time
- After all, when restaurants shrink portions, they don’t shrink prices.
- As with everything in life, balance is key.
- Slow down, you move too fast…
- Yeah, I know. I have issues.
Syndicate
E me at katy @ ngenius.com
(No Title)
I'm sitting here looking out on my vast yard, made green again by the latter rains. The profusion of rabbits amazes me. (The squirrels used to outnumber them, but no more.) The rabbits travel alone, hopracing a half-acre at a time, then furtively crashing into the expanse of trees. As soon as one exits my field of vision, the next one enters it, until they seem to be criss-crossing the lawn like race cars on a video game. Suddenly, they disappear, and a huge blond dog takes center stage. He gallops to an empty spot, stops, looks, listens, sniffs, and lurches off again. "Look at that crazy dog," I say. "What is he doing?" "Chasing rabbit," Doug says. The hapless dog finally wanders off, and the rabbits come back out to play. And I'm sitting here wondering: Am I more like the ditzy dog, who chases but has never caught a thing in his life, or the rabbits, who spend all their effort avoiding being caught? To chase, or to be chased. That is the question.
Posted by Katy on 08/16/02 at 11:50 AM
Fallible Comments...
Next entry: (No Title)
Previous entry: (No Title)
copyright 2011, ngenius media inc.
