Sunday, May 15, 2011

Per Request

The sun beat down on the ravine where she stood surrounded by rocks and dirt. She looked up, He stood above her on the rock, sweat on His face, hand outstretched, eyes twinkling mischief, "Do you trust me?"

How He got up there she had no idea. But He was and now her friend wanted to haul her up next to Him. Did she trust Him? "I'm trying to." she said, staring at the rock in front of her.

His smile didn't dimisnish with this avoidence, "But do you trust me?"

She knew what He was asking. Hesitantly she raised her hand to meet His, "Yes." she thought, "I trust You and am joining You but Your eyes and smile make me apprehensive."

Her Hand grasped His and He haulded her up, "See, I'm trusting You." Even as she said it and scrambled up next to Him she wraped her cloak of fears around her shoulders and tried to shy away.

He caught her eye and stood there grinning, like a boy about to start a wonderful adventure. Maybe it would end in constructing a brand new fort, or maybe He would find burried treasure, but one thing was for sure, there was going to be dirt, running, yelling, bruises and proabably at least a scraped knee or elbow.

She glanced away and saw open country with green hills, and trees under a very blue sky. She looked down to the droy rocky revine she'd just been standing in, then back to Him.

He stood waiting, eyes and smile begging her to join Him in His excitment. She felt the fears tighten their grip. She knew she wasn't trusting Him all the way, but He was wild, and unpredictable. His tossled hair attested that fact. And he wasn't promising she'd like the new game, let alone what it was.

"Oh," His eyes danced, "It'll be fun, but it only works if you enter into the spirit of the game."

"But you could get hurt or not like the rules." her cloak wispered alarmed. "Who knows what precious thing He might ask you to give up." Rational Thought began to whisper into her ear.

"Well?" He was eger as any boy to be off.

She stood weighing pros and cons when His look caught her. "Will you play with me? You used to be so good at pretending."

At that moment she knew the adventure would be much less worth it if she didn't completly trust Him. It would be dull, lame and annoying if fears were constently tripping her up.

In an instant her face changed, "Yes" she said laughing, her grin matching His own, "Let's have some fun." At His howl of delight the cloak fluttered onto the rock. And with a shout of glee the two friends raced off to see what sort of adventure would come their way.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Today my foot caught on a sandbag and I fell like a unsteady one-year-old trying to run. Yep, you guessed it, right in front of pretty much everyone I work with. All the ladies were right there, watching, ladies who's respect I'm kinda trying to earn. (Although being the the bosses daughter kinda gives me an  edge).

Sometimes I think they see me as a rather incompetent big kid and it's a success that I just have my shoes tied most the time. I'm pretty sure hitting my head on the awning, slipping as I try to sit, and of course today's fall doesn't help.

Although one of the ladies did play a game with me today. We put a sweet potato on a sprinkler and tried to hit it off. Let's just say I did not get the prize.

On a different note, I shall be entering my nomination for the klutz of the year award.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Sittin' on a crate

I sit on a milk crate, in the heat, for 10 hours a day, surrounded by people speaking another language I don't know but almost recognize; something’s got to give. Today I determined that the hours I have with just my thoughts is going to cause one of three things to happen:
1) I go insane.
2) I become very wise and insightful.
3) I end up with boku hours of wasted time.
Three is a given, there's no way I can sort plant well and constantly be thinking in-depth. One has already occurred, so maybe, new insanity will clash with current crazy and create the next great thinker. That's my vote anyway. What's yours?