This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle. This week has been one for the history books, and not just because we were camped at Fort Pickens near Pensacola Beach, Florida.
However, I would like to leave this week in the history books too. But, we made it thru, and as usual, we learned something from all the twists and turns. I am also sure we will learn more next week with more twists and turns. Am I being negative? Nah, just realistic. That’s what I do. If you don’t like it, well, then You. Are. Arrested.
Deputy Digby? He didn’t worry a lot this week, but he did a pretty good job at what he does, and that is being Digby. Digby. Don’t. Care.
Since we were at Fort Pickens here in this Florida place, he took it literally and made a decision yesterday. He said that as long as everyone else was worrying about the RV, and the Jeep, and Boy Person’s frost bitten nose, he would just handle the pickin’ and a grinnin’ at Fort Pickens.
Instead of contemplation and philosophizing, he takes the route of seeing things for what they are. I kind of saw this week as a bad one. But for Deputy Digby, he said that because Boy Person wasn’t feeling good, he just got to be with him more. And that was all he saw. Not Boy Person’s big, frost bite nose. I saw his nose. Just sayin’.
When bad things happen, sometimes, that is all we see, isn’t it? Deputy Digby said concentrating on only the bad things this week would have made us forget the Fort.
Concentrating on the bad would have made us forget the white sand beaches.
Only seeing the bad would have meant we would have forgotten that at the end of the day, we were still all together despite the bad.
And most of all, for me, only seeing the bad would have made me forget my new friend Piper who headed back to her house in that Arkansas place. It’s bad that we had to say goodbye. But I have a feeling that our paths will cross again. And it was real good to meet her and her persons.
As Sheriff, I have barely anything to learn. But Deputy Digby sometimes does remind me that there are many things to be happy about and appreciate even if the skies seem dark. And cold.
Eventually, the sun has to come out. And it came out by the end of the week.
We do have choices, and what we pick to see means we can either frown or grin. Today, we choose to be pickin’ and grinnin’.
There may not be many more hours left to get to Amelia Island. But for us, for the RV…it seems like a million. We know we can do it if we try. Today, we are going to try and make it to Chipley, Florida. The RV is leaking something again, and Boy Person is going to cover up his face and his nose and try to fix it before we leave. Will he be grinnin’ about it? We might not be able to see his face, but maybe if he see our smiles and our positivity, it will help. Actually, I don’t grin. I will leave that up to the Deputy.
What we pick to see in our day may mean how we see tomorrow. Choose wisely, my friends.
-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle