Hey there. If I’m not full of shit, why is my hair brown?
the final result
Uhmmmmm….
Ohhhhhkay.
Today, a large low-pressure system blew threw town, bringing winds in excess of 50mph. As I walked to a client’s business today, small branches were falling all around.
The last of the blooming plants took a beating today just from the wind.
As the storm progressed, things started to detatch.
Tonight, as has often been the case lately, I made the round-trip uptown around 10:30pm at the very last minute.
The very last minute for what?
On the way home, one of the three trunks of a giant tree about twenty feet away from me snapped and came crashing to the ground. I felt the thud travel through the ground. I’ll see if I can’t get a picture of it in the daylight.
We often think of life as moving in rather sharply-defined, straight directions. I thik this is an oversimplification born of how we recall memories at a later time. If asked to draw a map, most of us would not remember many subtle or even radical changes that take place in the route. We will first tend to think in straight lines, including only the most radical aberrations.
Memory also fails to account for changes on the ground.
Those who alter your path may not be out to get you, but perhaps just as bad, they simply don’t give a shit. Their indifference may be just as harmful to you on any given day.
Still, there are often signs about, placed there by those who’ve gone before. They give warnings of all kinds.
Sometimes the guidance you need is there, if you care to see it.
It sure would be nice to know in advance when your life is going to be turned upside-down, wouldn’t it?
A gentle nudge in the right direction would be nice every now and then.
Whenever possible, it’s nice to avoid having everything come to a complete halt.
It’s been cold. Tonight instead of being in the mid 20’s, it’s in the 50’s and raining. But dead plants don’t get undead just because we’ve got a spring-like night here and there.
It is too late to be getting to bed, but I am. I need to be doing … Duh, what else?, work.
This makes my toes cold.
I find it very hard to work when my feet are frozen.
