Mostly my musing are met with the following retort,
"What are you talking about!?"
This, however, is not my fault. This is who I am, how God made me. I will celebrate this gift of capricious thought with all that is within me.
Now, do you remember that storm they had in California about a week ago? The storm that kept business from opening, kids from going to school, that darn near shut down the entire western seaboard (at least that is what the international headlines would have us believe down here). Well anyway, the week before we had a similar storm. Wind gusts over 50 mph, sideways rain, roof damage, property damage, but surprisingly not a single headline on CNN. Maybe we're just tougher down here.
That storm really did a number on our campus. We had some severe water leakage in our new building, the wind turbines that we built were destroyed, and we lost several trees. I have been trying to make sure that everything gets cleaned up, but it takes time. So, little by little I have been working on roofs, patching holes in ceilings, taking apart wind turbines, and hacking up trees.
To quickly set the stage it is about 2 o'clock in the afternoon and I am spending time behind the teeth of a pretty mean looking Husqvarna chainsaw. I have decided to cut only as long as I have gas in the machine which should be about an hour. I am hot, it is windy, I have already begun to sweat just from starting up the saw, and I am alone, utterly alone. My mind is working overtime because this is the time, my time. My time to think, to plan, to converse with myself. This is the time, while working in a mindless repetitive fashion, that I can allow my thoughts to wonder.
For accuracy I will just give you the thoughts as they popped into my head. That being said, some things may not make too much sense to you, so if you have any questions feel free to ask.
So here we go...