To catch a frog

8:40 PM - What an AMAZING Day!

I haven't felt this good in 5 months- at least- I feel good and strong again! I got a phone call today from someone that appreciated my art, a compliment from my boss, a present from my brother in law :'), and I heard frogs ribbitting while filling up my gas tank. I am not sure but that might have been the most wonderful part, I just sat there listening to the frogs - wondering where they were and would I get arrested for going to look for them. I love frogs, I love the sounds they make, I love their cute little faces, I hate it when they are squished on the driveway.

Frogs remind me of a simpler time in life when chasing frogs was something to do that filled 1/2 your day. Woudln't it be nice to be so child like that you just take off on an adventure, unplanned, unaware of the rest of the world, your only focus is the sound of the frog and how you can find him? Oh I remember many times taking off with my cousin who was a couple years younger than I, and sometimes we would end up on the complete other end of town without even realizing it and then we would get in trouble for being gone so long and so far away. Of course, I always blamed it on him, saying I had to run to keep up with him and he kept going further and further and it was me who dragged him home. The truth was neither of us cared about anything else than being the first to catch a frog.

Well I feel like that today, Like I was the only one to catch the frog!