I
took notes throughout the day yesterday of my incredibly full experience. Allow me to share:
Took
a walk.
Did
my usual Monday workload for church.
Finished
a puzzle.
Watched
the Astros.
That’s
it. Doesn’t seem like a lot to work
with, does it? So what could I possibly
add to make it more exciting? Let’s see
…
On
our walk we ran into some pirates, wearing their eye patches and “aaarrr-ing”
at whoever happened to pass their way.
They brandished a cutlass or two at us, but with our normal high powered
walking speed we managed to out-pace them.
Too much grog on their parts, I suppose.
There
is not much to add to the “usual workload” comment, or it wouldn’t fall into
the “usual workload” category any more.
So what’s involved, you may ask?
Probably the most difficult part is having to break open the massive
file cabinets surrounding my desk. Yes,
it’s true. I still have – and actively
use – those remnants of a long-past past.
File drawers that must be opened with care to avoid the hidden booby
traps installed all those years ago when a certain secret agency was the owner
and operator of said devices. I have had
them long enough, though, that the “work accidents” have dwindled to a
minimum. Now I rarely have to deal with
errant gunshots. I haven’t heard an
explosion in years, and I only occasionally have to deal with cut hands from
the assorted hidden knife traps or bruises from the auto-close feature that has
a way of trapping fingers. The copy
machine has been replaced, so I no longer have to get security clearance to use
it. And the laptop I use is so old I can
no longer see the letters H and N, and only half of the A and M. I figure I should be safe there.
Finishing
the puzzle is one of the pasttimes that is generally required in the early
years of setting up a household. Except
then the puzzle was usually figuring out how to put together a bed or a
bookcase, or how to set up a new TV, or getting a Christmas present put
together in the middle of the night. Now
it serves an entirely different purpose.
Now the simple jigsaw puzzle is actually one of the few means of communication
between the old brain and the unseen interlopers from the planet Alz. Completion of a puzzle serves to fend off the
aliens temporarily. It’s tough work, but
it is way more effective than the ray guns we were initially issued.
And
finally there are the Astros. I’ve been
a fan since they entered the league and they provided a means of escape for a
ragged little ten-year-old who always thought Mickey Mantle got cheated out of
his home run title by Roger Maris. And
it wasn’t until many years later that I found out Maris might actually have
been a visitor from the future using a corked bat that had been scientifically
designed to transfer three times more power to the bat’s sweet spot than those
existing at the time. Totally unfair. But all that to say … it was an easy
transition for me to get away from the foreign affairs going on in far-off New
York and transfer my allegiance to the almost-hometown boys. Oh … and they won. Three out of four from the Mariners. Sounds great, but the Mariners are the worst
team in baseball. Should have been a
sweep.
So
there’s a look at my boring day. Glad to
have you visit inside my head for a bit.
Be happy you don’t have to live in there …
Proverbs
4:23 says, “Above all else, guard your
heart, for everything you do flows from it.”
Father,
thank you for quiet days where I can commune with you and the weirdness inside
my head. Both are quite fun. Amen.
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