The Sun's Rays

All I can say, is that there are a lot of noisy trucks in the world, as I listen to Richard Harris sing Macarthur Park, on my Juliet Balcony, in the glorious morning sunshine. 

It was a hit for Richard Harris in 1968, 10 years before that Christian bigot had a hit with it. Who knew? Don’t you love those kinds of revelations, simply because of time, that something you knew, had a whole other history before your time.

I was told that Macarthur Park was all about a place where stoners went to smoke marijuana and the surrealist image in the song was about a stoner experiences, but I have since been told this is not true. Shame. It made it more interesting, I thought.

What a lovely way to start the week. The sunshine, not the trucks. Bathed in glorious warm honey for the first day of the week. I can feel the sun's rays on my skin, like a herb, no, not like a herb, like a tonic, a tonic for the soul, we all expand and bloom when the sun shines down on us.

If the world was a fair and just place, arthritis would be cured by chocolate. My big toes is starting to twinge when I walk, maybe/probably from that time I kicked the step at full force and it turned black and I couldn't walk, the night before I boarded a plane for Australia. And I had to be put in a wheel chair and wheeled through Heathrow because it was just too big for me to walk from one side to another with a big toe that felt like it was broken.  

I googled it, it sounds nasty. The long lasting effects of such an injury. I bet you that is it? Not that I have arthritis now, no, but my toe is starting twinge for some reason, and it makes me wonder.

Buddy and I walk to the dog park. There is a guy with a Labrador just leaving when we get there, otherwise, it is just me and Bud. The sun shines down. Buddy runs around for a while, a few times across the oval, but if there are no dogs to run to, he starts off, but runs out of enthusiasm before he is half way across. It is funny to watch. Then, invariably, we both run to the water tap. Then we head out of the park. It is nice having a dog to walk. And Bud is a lovely boy.