But that's not what I wanted to say today. What made me think of Kris was the term "Sunday morning coming down." This has been one on those Sunday mornings. In approximately forty-five minutes, it will be Sunday afternoon, and we can lay this Sunday morning to rest.
This morning and I are not getting along all that well. Part of it is this dreary grey winter we're having. Kid Rock says he hasn't seen the sunshine in three damn days. Johnny Cash ain't seen the sunshine since he don't know when. Jonathan Edwards says sunshine go away today, I don't feel much like dancing. I'm just glad I'm not the only one that obsesses over sunshine.
People say (and you know who you are) "Quit worrying about the weather. You can't do anything about it." Well, do tell! And here I've been spending my life thinking that I had control over the weather...that all I had to do was close my eyes, put my index finger on the side of my nose, turn around three times, and the weather would change instantly to what I wanted it to be, which would be, by the way, sunshine most of the time. Sunshine interrupted from time to time with a nice, warm day of steady rain. How foolish of me to have spent my life under that false assumption!
But that's not really what I wanted to talk about either. Just like I don't want to talk about the bunny rabbit that I found in my pool this morning. Floating on its side, one dark eye staring up at the grey sky. The grey sunless sky.
I figured that he was running to escape a coyote or one of my dogs or just a shadow and didn't see the pool. I mean who would put a pool in the middle of a perfectly good yard?
And I don't want to talk about the bird I saw one of my cats brunching on while I was attempting to fish the bunny out of the pool with the big net normally reserved for leaves. But forget the cat and the bird and back to the bunny I don't want to talk about. I fished him out - rigor mortis had set in - and I apologized to him for what had happened and how sorry I was that he must have suffered an excrutiatingly stressful death. And that I hoped he was having fun in bunny heaven right now, which I pictured as a huge field of green grass and lots of clover, with tons of both white and red blossoms. And no dogs. And no cats. And no swimming pools right in the middle of paths of escape. And, yes, lots of sunshine. Lots of buttery yellow sunshine.
But, like I said, that's not what I wanted to talk about. In fact, I don't think I want to talk about anything today. Maybe something later. Maybe something after I put on some earphones and listen to some Kris Kristofferson songs and read some Larry Brown short stories. Maybe after that I'll find something I want to talk about. If not, I'll just keep my mouth shut until I have something of value to say.