I realized after weeks of inactivity I'm loosing my keen edge from weeding. Not wanting to become a human vegetable at a desk, I figured it was time to do something. So I strapped on my shoes and headed out for a run. (Shocking I know).
Breathing, er steadily, I turned down the dirt road that marks the second half of my almost mile run determined to complete the course. After a few strides I heard the musical notes of gunshots. Looking up I noticed a brush pile burning along side the distant orchard as more shots rang out.
Seeing no one, and thinking running toward trees that's masking my unknown neighbor enjoying target practice, was a poor idea I accepted wisdom and concluded this was Heaven's way of saying "well done good and faithful servant." So I promptly turned around and headed home.
After all, who am I to buck Providence?........and then I flooded the garden.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Sunday, August 14, 2011
A Crown Discarded.
"Gray hair is a crown of glory."
At least that's what I've always been told. Today I discovered I had the beginnings of my crown. There, on my hairbrush, among shades of brown and black was, not a gray hair, nor a white hair, but a shining silver hair. I kid you not. (I thought about taking a picture to prove it, but I don't think it would come out well or do the hair justice). If this is any sign, I'm gonna have an AWESOME head of hair when I'm old!
Hair, once it has come out can not be put back, so without a thought I threw all the hair on the brush away. (I'm an expert at that thanks to the prolific shedding of my thick curls). It wasn't until hours later that I realized, I'd thrown away my crown! The glory showcasing my wisdom was gone, tossed without a second thought.
Then I chuckled as I realized how appropriate the timing was. But two days before, while getting my annual hair cut, the person cutting my hair thought I was in high school.
I haven't gotten that since the middle school let out for summer and let's be honest, they're JR High, it's about what you'd expect, but from an adult? And what high schooler walks into Super Cuts on their own to get a haircut?
Later at Big 5 I wanted to see a sweet little knife. Knowing what was coming, how could it not after being mistaken for high school, I got my wallet out to show my ID. The guy at the counter, after glancing at it, made some comment about how I must get asked that a lot even though I was definitely legal. (They don't sell weapon like objects to minors. That's why a couple years ago one of my brothers needed Mom to buy an pocket knife. I found it kinda funny).
I'm coming into my later 20's and people think me a minor. Yes, I know I'll appreciate it more and more as my age climbs, and truthfully, it amuses me, but for Pete's sake, I'm practically 26 and someone thinks high school!?! That's stretching things a bit.
Ah well, at least they didn't guess a class. This way I can assume it's an upperclassmen, not a freshmen or something. Although, it wouldn't surprise me if my freshman sister get's mistaken for my elder in the next year. Apparently I just have a youthful spirit. Or as my Aunt likes to say, "One can remain immature forever."
In the last week I've been mistaken for a high school student, discovered a hint of maturity and threw it away; literally.
Maybe that guess wasn't so far off after all....
At least that's what I've always been told. Today I discovered I had the beginnings of my crown. There, on my hairbrush, among shades of brown and black was, not a gray hair, nor a white hair, but a shining silver hair. I kid you not. (I thought about taking a picture to prove it, but I don't think it would come out well or do the hair justice). If this is any sign, I'm gonna have an AWESOME head of hair when I'm old!
Hair, once it has come out can not be put back, so without a thought I threw all the hair on the brush away. (I'm an expert at that thanks to the prolific shedding of my thick curls). It wasn't until hours later that I realized, I'd thrown away my crown! The glory showcasing my wisdom was gone, tossed without a second thought.
Then I chuckled as I realized how appropriate the timing was. But two days before, while getting my annual hair cut, the person cutting my hair thought I was in high school.
I haven't gotten that since the middle school let out for summer and let's be honest, they're JR High, it's about what you'd expect, but from an adult? And what high schooler walks into Super Cuts on their own to get a haircut?
Later at Big 5 I wanted to see a sweet little knife. Knowing what was coming, how could it not after being mistaken for high school, I got my wallet out to show my ID. The guy at the counter, after glancing at it, made some comment about how I must get asked that a lot even though I was definitely legal. (They don't sell weapon like objects to minors. That's why a couple years ago one of my brothers needed Mom to buy an pocket knife. I found it kinda funny).
I'm coming into my later 20's and people think me a minor. Yes, I know I'll appreciate it more and more as my age climbs, and truthfully, it amuses me, but for Pete's sake, I'm practically 26 and someone thinks high school!?! That's stretching things a bit.
Ah well, at least they didn't guess a class. This way I can assume it's an upperclassmen, not a freshmen or something. Although, it wouldn't surprise me if my freshman sister get's mistaken for my elder in the next year. Apparently I just have a youthful spirit. Or as my Aunt likes to say, "One can remain immature forever."
In the last week I've been mistaken for a high school student, discovered a hint of maturity and threw it away; literally.
Maybe that guess wasn't so far off after all....
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