Where Rarely is Heard a Discouraging Word
Oil on Wood
The weekend was warm and relaxing. A Baseball game broadcast on the radio filled the afternoon with memories of my childhood when our neighbor, Mister Muther, would settle into his big upholstered chair, smoke a pipe, and listen to his team win or lose while we played cards at his feet, content to while away the day.
Carefree and cared for. Call it contented.