He got up around nine. Washed his face. Fed Chico and prepared

breakfast for himself. Eggs over easy, bacon and potatoes with onions.

And strong coffee. Took his coffee to the porch. Fed his furry friends

with apples, seed and water. Chico sitting by his side at all times.

Started pondering about his daughter Bertha. She had some medical

tests and lab work two days ago. Was waiting for the results and

appointment with her doctor. He was fearful of those results has it had

been before with those of his wife, Lucia. Although…all that time he

had spent thinking and thinking about the fragility of life. And thinking

about how anything can happen any time of the day to anybody…he

narrowed his focus on the day ahead of him. He had to keep carrying

on. The day was beautiful as a rainbow in his backpack. The morning

air as fresh as the first day of time. The woods look inviting. As a bunch

of girlfriends…impossible to resist himself. Had to do what he had to

do. Oh, Lord, oh Lord…coming, coming. Let me get my gear and we

shall carry on. Chico felt the excitement. His ears propped out. His

tongue got loose. A smile took shape I’m his face. Life was good. Life

was good.

EO