My mind is very deep
It was a relaxing day today. My family has headed to the Sand Dunes National Park in southern Colorado, and I'm relaxing in the RV with no plans to do anything more than that.
Of course, having nothing to do but relax is not all fun and games because my mind is very deep, very, very deep; in fact, it's so deep I've never found the bottom of it. My thoughts just sort of float around in space with no top and no bottom, drifting hither and thither until they bump into something...... and then that becomes a question.
Which causes me to wonder that, since Puffins are one of my favorite birds, and since a baby Puffin is called a puffling, how come a baby chicken isn't called a chickling? Or on the other hand, if a baby chicken is called a chick, how come a baby Puffin isn't called a puff?
Now these and many other stupid and inane questions float around in my brain, bumping into each other and sometimes giving me a headache, or worse, ending up on the pages of my blog, where everyone can see them, which, to say the least, is embarrassing.
In the future, I will refrain from thinking of deranged things, lest they somehow end up being a blog post, which I would find extremely awkward. But without having loony things to write about, how in the world will I ever find anything to put in my blog? ……I think my deep mind just sank to the bottom and buried itself in the sand.
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The gate to Pete’s. And no, the gate is not the beginning of my property. I put the gate here to make it easier for my neighbor to access their property. I measured it on Google Earth, and my property is a little over half a mile long
When I was living in Florida, I found an old Florida State Park sign lying in a ditch, having been replaced by a new type of sign. I took it home and found a place for it on the gate of my property. I used to tell people that my property was where the Florida Department of Wildlife brought their killer alligators to get rid of them. That wasn’t exactly true, but it gave trespassers something to think about.
This is my shooting bench that I built about 30 years ago. I stopped maintaining it after I built my new shooting bench, which you can see in other pictures. It deteriorated rather rapidly in the Colorado sun, and the deep snows likely contributed to that as well.
If you look beyond my shooting bench, you will see my 25-yard pistol target, and if you look way beyond that at the distant tree line, you can barely see my camper in the distance, which is parked next to my current shooting bench.
My 25-yard pistol target is shot all to pieces. There again, I stopped maintaining it when it was no longer needed.