Dear Diary,
We went forth early this morning in a dark, dense and mysterious fog. After a night of interrupted sleep coupled with obsessive dreams about the caramel pecan rolls I was bringing to Bible Breakfast, the fog felt just right. We kept our eyes peeled for deer that might decide that this was the perfect morning to jump in front of a car, and when I felt fears creeping in, I prayed, “Lord protect us from deer jumping in front of our car.” I don’t think the Lord needs flowery prayers at a time like that, do you? On the way home, it was still so foggy, we drove right past our house.
Every once in a while I go through my “Books to Read” list on Goodreads and order a slew of them from the library. I’m not sure why I don’t take a more tempered approach, like perhaps one or two at a time. This is apparently not my way. I have a stack of five in front of me that just came and I’m wondering if this is too many. I’m also in the middle of six or seven books at home. Wait, I just counted them – it’s eight. I got a phone call this morning from the library and there’s one more waiting for me there. Could this be some form of insanity? Inquiring minds want to know.
This morning I put Jeeves to work sweeping and mopping the dining room. I was listening to some orchestral music by Sir Edward Elgar and watching Jeeves go back and forth in front of me. Suddenly I realized I was watching a ballet with Jeeves gliding along the smooth hardwood floor putting in an occasional pirouette as he switched directions in time with the music. This just goes to prove that an imagination can make anything epic.
One last thought. We were telling our son recently about how we got rid of two large metal desks by putting them out on the curb on a nice sunny day with a “FREE” sign. We didn’t actually see who picked them up, but they were gone within a day. Our son suggested that maybe no one had picked them up. “Perhaps,” he said, “they took off for some wooded area nearby and have gone feral.” Doesn’t that idea just cry out for a whimsical poem? I’m giving it some thought.
Whimsically, Me
This post will be obscured by a dark, dense and mysterious fog in the morning.
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