what's on the other side

Just came home from spending the afternoon avoiding the 35 degree heat by diving into the heat of a different variety...theology.

Ocasioanlly I have this fear that I over-think certain issues. Then this fear was confirmed when I took this Muppet Personality Test which I found on Cherrypie's blog.

It would seem, so the experts say, that I am prone to over-think life's problems. But I'd be happy to sing you a thoughtful tune about it. A one, two, three four...

"Why are there so many, songs about rainbows..."

You Are Kermit

Hi, ho! Lovable and friendly, you get along well with everyone you know. You're a big thinker, and sometimes you over think life's problems. Don't worry - everyone know's it's not easy being green. Just remember, time's fun when you're having flies!

The Muppet Personality Test

get to the point

Carrying around sharp objects in your pocket is not usually recommended. On the other hand, something with a point can come in handy when the urge to write may suddenly arrise.

I always wonder, as I have a seat in a public washroom, where these people come up with their writing instruments. Sure it's probably keys or a small pebble, but more often than not, I will see colourful drawings utilizing a wide variety of mediums. Do these people plan for their restroom breaks by bringing their art supplies? Are campers usually that badly constipated that they need to provide amusements for the layover?

The writing and drawings are usually sexual. Evey now and again there will be a new joke respectfully scratched into the caretakers new paintjob. Most of the time, however, the pictures are common and the words, redundant.

Yesterday I read someones thoughts which were first of all scratched into the surface, and then traced with a permanent marker. I took this as a sign to pay attention. Someone's pain was real, and thoughts were provoking. Their point was well-intentioned.

I got it.

aim high, shoot low

The tag hanging from my rear view mirror is good for only one thing. If I need to get into any Manitoba provincial park, the tag gives me passage into the fast lane. Slow down and wave are the only requirements.

I was craving a tag of a different variety this afternoon. Joyce wanted to pop into the General Hospital to see her brother for 15 minutes while I stayed in the car with a sleeping toddler. The only spot to park in that was in the shade and that didn't require a payment of three hours minimum, was one with a wheelchair sign. The large SUV in the spot next to it donned the required blue tag, hanging in the required visible position.

I pulled into the spot and left the car running so as to give everyone the impression that the stay was very temporary. I felt a little guilty. Then I saw another sign indicating that I was in an idle free zone. The guilt quickly compounded, but was not a deterrrant from keeping the car cool with the airconditioning running.

The SUV owners arrived with their handicapped rider and were about to leave when the man walked over to my car and tapped on the window and pointed at what I thought was the handicapped sign. As I was fumbling for the automatic window button, I was already forming my response, "Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm only here for a minute. What are you, some kind of parking patrol?"

The window smoothly lowered and the man once again pointed and said, "53". "I've got 53 minutes left on the meter...you can have my spot when I go". "Thanks man", I said with an awkward smile, feeling like a schmuck.

I need to spend a little more time at the firing range.

Why I haven't been posting

meow moon

When the moon is just right it seems to have a fairly significant effect on me and my family.
Most of the time, the effect will be quite tame and simply make us want to sit outside in the moonlight after the kids are in bed, and make a fire in the copper fire pit...perhaps enjoy a drink.
But there are other times when the children will go completely berserk, and all start acting like cats, complete with their own water dish.

Illustration Friday "Skyline"

This is one of the only things I've ever painted. When I saw this week's topic, I thought I'd see what everyone thinks. This has also been my blog's banner for a few months now.

I'll also ask a question that The Unknown often asks..."Do you love me?"

Week number one

This week has been all about summer...cool blue drinks, clothes lines, and home renovations. Only 60 days of holidays left..whatEVER will I do next?