Randomly Speak I

I watch too much PBS, just so you are not surprised when I share with you the following random thoughts:

#1 Horses

Wild horses have a complicated and yet endearing life. I was quite impressed with their family connections--apparent love for each other and loyalty. Watching a wild horse's life from birth is both fascinating and nerve racking, and oh so PBS interesting.

#2 Wolverines

Have you ever asked yourself, why are wolverines so distant and grumpy? They seem to have an easy life where nothing good is expected of them. They eat, sleep, go where they want, hide out, bite, and growl. What is there not to like about a life like that? And, why does their lifestyle appeal to me? Don't answer that question.

I suspect wolverines are related to werewolves, but I have no proof. It's a feeling. A PBS feeling.

And is there something wrong with me thinking that wolverines are darn cute or that I understand their grumpiness?

I want one for a pet. Like the wayward man, I think I could change the wolverine's temperament. It's a thought.


#3 White Shirts- Not PBS related unless I do a documentary.

I have a little  problem. My problem is called crisp white shirts (or blouses--call them what you want). When I shop, I'm drawn to the white shirts first. In a sea of color, I pull the lonely white shirt to my face for the love of it.  It’s like they are the steel and I am the magnet. It’s like they are the birdseed and I am the bird. It’s like they are the rotting meat and I’m the buzzard. Get it?

I am drawn to white shirts. I’m pretty sure my daughter thinks I have too many. I’m pretty sure I do...have too many.

I think it was last year (2010) my mother offered one to me--one that she had purchased but didn't wear. She doesn’t know I have this weakness, this problem. So when she asked me if I wanted a white blouse that she had purchased but didn’t want, I took a calm deep breath to appear like I was pondering the thought and then quickly said, “Sure, I could use a white shirt.”

My daughter gave me for Christmas a lovely Brooks Brothers blue striped shirt. One of the stripes is white. HA! I don't think she noticed--the white stripe.

I admit it, I have a white shirt problem. I'm even writing a poem about my white shirts. Stay tuned for that one.

#4 First Day

Did you know that today is the first day of the rest of my life? That's what I've heard.  On this first day back to work, I begin a new journey, in a new world--a new job.  I want to enjoy it.  I want to be good at it. Just like you (unless you're dead inside or self-centered), I want to make a positive difference in the life of someone else.  (Funny... our message at worship service yesterday was about that...making a difference. I wrote "First Day" Saturday. Hmm.)

That's been a lifetime goal of mine to make someone's day better every day, if I have the opportunity. Big ways. Small ways. It doesn't matter to me the WAY size. Friend. Co-workers. Family. Strangers. It doesn't matter who. It only matters that I do.

 Pray for me! Have a Happy Monday!