September 19

Have you seen the movie, August Rush? It’s been out on video for some time now. August was right, “the music is all around me.” I hear the music, especially at night. A symphony of rhythm and tones can be heard. Oh, and talk about surround sound, wow! Then there is the highway just over the hill, US Hwy 62. Traffic is flowing all the time, and if you listen there is a rhythm to it as well.

There’s a bunch of motorcycles in town, none at my campground. But you can hear them roar down the highway. It’s the sixth annual homecoming for Kawaski enthusiasts. I've noticed that most of the Kawaski riders wear helmets. Good! I’m content with my little Nissan Versa. I even call it a Vespa every now and again. You must know a little about motor scooters to know what a Vespa is. I’ve digressed as usual, but there is a rhythm and tone to motorcycles as well.

The key, now that’s a little different. My fingers are slow to catch back up to playing the keyboard. It’s been too many years without playing, and then there are all those sharps and flats. The key for me now, continues to be to listen. Listen for the rhythm. Listen for the tones. Listen for the Creator.

Then there is the harmony. My inner harmony still needs to be fine-tuned. There was the visitor, night before last. Invading my cupboard, he chewed a hole through the wrapper and nibbled on the bread. That meant a trip to town yesterday. I found a plastic storage container with a snap on lid for my bread, cereal, crackers, and chips. I also found the good old package of mouse traps. Did you know it costs $1.25 for four mouse traps at the Dollar Store? Anyhow, I caught him last night and never heard the “Snap”!

The mouse, that and a few calls from my daughter about a sick Alexis, didn’t contribute to inner harmony. She was up a good bit of the night on Wednesday night complaining of pain in her hand. She tried her best to doctor it herself. So, Christina took Alexis to the doctor. She had blistered her hand on the “monkey bars” last week, now the wound was infected. She didn’t complain much last weekend, but now it’s infected. Bandaids just won’t stick to the palm of the hand. Better ointment and bandages from the doctor. Hope it wasn’t the infection, but she was having tummy troubles too. Phenegran and a little pain medicine for the hand.

Be still, Be still, Be still. The music is all around me. Be still and listen. The song will come.

Grace and peace, SongWriter