This is one of those TOL posts, from a homespun philosopher musing about her precious little life. Thinking about when our rivers meet the grand bulldozer. If it sounds like I'm in a bar nursing a glass of wine, you'd be close.
Life Diverted . That's when it gets interesting. It keeps me reading blogs by women who have met a bulldozer or two. I rifle through their posts searching for some common denominator, some secret victory I can poach. I mean, poaching's legal in blogland, right? Maybe the ones I admire are those who wrestle with the bulldozer until they're big and strong, and then divert the river to their own ends. Maybe the ones I admire revel in the unfinished nature of rivers relocated by man and nature. They pop a worm on their fishing pole and cook up a feast. Maybe the ones I admire put markers where the river used to be, and engineer new access for those who lost riverfront property.
I don't know. The common denominator seems to be pluck. What do you think?
I hope ALL plucky women
have had
a
splendid day today
Few of us would have anything to write about if we could poach off other bloggers, (I prefer to call it feeding off each other.) Love that photo of the river!
ReplyDeleteThen we can all be flattered we've fed each other good ideas.
DeleteAbout 50% of the photos are my own. The rest?!
Bulldozers? Is that what they're called? I've met a few. None of us stay packed down in the muddy bulldozer path too long. At least not us. If we did--we wouldn't be here to poach!!! Loved this post!!
ReplyDeleteNever thought I'd be thanking the bulldozers in my life... But, you're right. We wouldn't have met each other here. Sweet!
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ReplyDeleteI like your voice -- plucky but with grit. Thanks for sharing your thoughts on all things life!
Hi Martha! Thank you! I wish you and yours a wonderful Valentine's Day : -)
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