One more day

Cliff took off for Colorado. Cliff just had to get somewhere to hike.  The old song "Hand me down my walking shoes".  Today the band of Arizona friends that is left with the Kadizzles may do the kayak trip down the Missouri.  Kadizzle may work on the good ship. Tonight is the barn dance.  On life goes.  Fall is coming at breakneck speed. In no time the good ship will have to be dry docked.  The Commander will go nuts wanting to rake the yard three times a week.  The garden will give up, and the Kadizzles will have to slowly clean out all the dead plants.  Life is hurrying by.   Summers blast by at the speed of light.  Sadly we are racing toward the finish line. Everyone is falling apart and like old machines we are wearing out.  Everyone seem to want to get so much done in life before the lights are shut out.  Seems like so many friends are running frantically to Europe, Indonesia, New Zealand before we all get snuffed out.  So here we go trying to figure out how to get the last joy out of life.  Meanwhile back in the Middle East one million people are homeless.  Little children are being bombed in the hospital.  The insanity of the world is so crazy. There is plenty for everyone, but 62 people have as much wealth as the rest of the world combined.  The head of Walmart is getting $8,000 per hour, and McDonalds bitches about paying people $15 an hour.  What a strange world we live in.  Back to reality.  Here in the little burg the sun is shining, and the little troupe will ignore the problems of the world and create nirvana.  The sun is up, it will go down and if we are lucky we will see it again tomorrow.