Jimmy Stewart & Robin Hood

Heroes.

I just returned from scotch and Robin Hood on the big screen with Scotty, the second eldest in our long line of Brady Bunch-ness. We shared popcorn and peanut M&M's (hard work when you mix the two...gravity says no M&M's til the end...anyways...)

Now, I'm finishing a Scottsdale Public Library Feature: Mr. Smith Goes to Washington... A classic story starring a classing man living a life built on character and a hearty upbringing in the American woods.

I love them both. These poor men who rob from the rich to feed the poor. Defend the weak.

I should have pictures on this blog, but only you, Pooh, will see. So. Picture the pier under a Mississippi sky, full on Lucky Charms and Come Thou Fount, waiting for super-novas but happy to see one shooting star. Or a cloud.

Thank goodness for the simple things.

Thank goodness for Our Great Ironic God.

Amen.

peace

Simple painting of the Stillwater River. Sigh. Always there's time for Montana nostalgia...

And this great classic:

When peace like a river attendeth my way;
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot thou hast taught me to say
"It is well, it is well with my soul."

It's, thankfully, one of those moments I just want to be quiet and offer up that contrite heart and broken spirit. So dang heavily aware of all of these stupid sins I should grow up and let go of and yet won't. Because I'm still a sheep.

I calculated my running miles today on a beautiful Trek Discovery Channel edition high performance road bike that might be a size too big for me but, as far as Joy's concerned, is PERFECT. Happy heading east and south, I cursed the same experience moments later by heading home, west, then north (two of my FAVORITE directions, mind you).

The blasted wind! I hate the wind. The very wind that humbled me those many years ago on a coconut plantation in Jamaica, the wind that moves through the tall palms on my walks at night, the wind that makes for wonderful weather, that adds sound and motion to an otherwise still day..

That wind I cursed today on my bicycle because it was hard. HARD. Made me feel weak. slow.

Anyways. Just thought those two fit together nicely for a mini-post on an otherwise nondescript Sunday. Except Ryan and I discovered Big Brother's BBQ...