Looking Out My Back Door: Expect the unexpected

My days are never what I think they are going to be. No, that doesn’t quite express what I’m trying to say. Life is full of surprises. That’s an inane cliché. My tongue can’t find the right words. I’m not in charge. At times I think I am. The joke always turns on me.

My life is like my bread baking. I glance at a recipe from time to time. But I know the basic ingredients and about how much flour, yeast, sweetening, salt and butter to mix. Then I might add dry or fresh herbs, potato, egg, chopped onion. It may contain a surprise flavor or texture, but it is always good bread....