Sherry Chandler » Jam tomorrow
Jam tomorrow
Tomorrow? Well, what can I say? My mother used to tell me it will never come but that was because she wanted me to put my novel down and pick my homework up. I don’t want to contradict Mother, but it does seem to me that tomorrow’s the only certain thing. We will get a new day, whether it’s the dog’s or not, whether we’re there to see it or not. Probably not a change, at least not for the better, but a new day. Nothing can stand still. And for most of us, it’s always jam every other day.
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Postscript: It’s a beautiful morning today, a frosting of white snow on the grass, the bare trees, the dark evergreens. The sun turned it into a wonderland. When I got out of my car at the lot, a mockingbird on a low limb just over my head was mocking everybody. Unlike our shy country birds, this sophisiticated city boy didn’t care a hoot that I was standing almost within arm’s reach. He was celebrating spring, snow be damned. He’ll probably baptize my car later but for the moment I’m grateful to him for jamming today as though there were no tomorrow.
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