I have spent a whole lot of time whining lately, so I want to tell this story. It's still got the whine, of course. I gotta be me.
Yesterday, while driving from my first job to my second job at 8:00 a.m., and feeling a little blurry-eyed, I saw a garbage truck. I thought, "Oh my god, I don't remember putting the garbage on the street."
And then I realized I didn't remember putting the garbage on the street for a long time now. And yet, it gets there. This is because of my darling much maligned, over-worked, under appreciated, etc. etc. husband. He does it (or gets Joseph to do it) every Friday. Or is it Monday? It's some day and I don't have to know when, because he does. Isn't that fabulous?
Thank you Bob. I love you.
(He won't read this, but oh well.)
Musings of an INTP Writing Spider... oh wow... didn't see that coming!
The INTP Writing Spider
The INTP Writing Spider
Mark & I walked into my office one day and noticed a writing spider in the bushes. When we left several hours later, she was still there, and it appeared that she hadn't moved.
Mark said, "It must be boring to be a spider, sitting and waiting all day."
I said, "Well, it is a spider."
He gave me the look, and said:
"Writing spiders have very short memories, so they write their story in their web, then go back and read it everyday, and everyday they are surprised."
"It must suck to be a writing spider," I said.
"Not really," he said. "At least, they don't know if it does."
Wow, I didn't see that coming.
Mark said, "It must be boring to be a spider, sitting and waiting all day."
I said, "Well, it is a spider."
He gave me the look, and said:
"Writing spiders have very short memories, so they write their story in their web, then go back and read it everyday, and everyday they are surprised."
"It must suck to be a writing spider," I said.
"Not really," he said. "At least, they don't know if it does."
Wow, I didn't see that coming.
#blog4peace
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My Theme Song
Flowers are Red ------Harry Chapin
"Dear Parent:
Your son marches to the beat of a different drummer, comma..
But don't worry, We'll have him joining the parade by the end of the term"
The little boy went first day of school
He got some crayons and started to draw
He put colors all over the paper
For colors were what he saw
And the teacher said..
"What you doin' young man?"
"I'm paintin' flowers" he said.
"It's not the time for art young man
And anyway flowers are green and red
There's a time for everything young man
And a way it should be done
You've got to show concern for everyone else
For you're not the only one
And she said...
Flowers are red young man
Green leaves are green
There's no need to see flowers any other way
Than they way they always have been seen
But the little boy said...
There are so many colors in the rainbow
So many colors in the morning sun
So many colors in the flower and I see every one
Well the teacher said.. You're sassy
There's ways that things should be
And you'll paint flowers the way they are
So repeat after me.....
And she said...Flowers are red young man
And Green leaves are green
There's no need to see flowers any other way
Than they way they always have been seen
But the little boy said...
There are so many colors in the rainbow
So many colors in the morning sun
So many colors in the flower and I see every one
The teacher put him in a corner
She said.. It's for your own good..
And you won't come out 'til you get it right
And are responding like you should
Well finally he got lonely
Frightened thoughts filled his head
And he went up to the teacher
This is what he said..
and he said
Flowers are red, green leaves are green
There's no need to see flowers any other way
Than the way they always have been seen
Time went by like it always does
And they moved to another town
And the little boy went to another school
And this is what he found
The teacher there was smilin'
She said...Painting should be fun
And there are so many colors in a flower
So let's use every one
But that little boy painted flowers
In neat rows of green and red
And when the teacher asked him why
This is what he said..
and he said
Flowers are red, green leaves are green
There's no need to see flowers any other way
Than the way they always have been seen.
But there still must be a way to have our children say . . .
There are so many colors in the rainbow
So many colors in the morning sun
So many colors in the flower and I see every one
"Dear Parent:
Your son marches to the beat of a different drummer, comma..
But don't worry, We'll have him joining the parade by the end of the term"
The little boy went first day of school
He got some crayons and started to draw
He put colors all over the paper
For colors were what he saw
And the teacher said..
"What you doin' young man?"
"I'm paintin' flowers" he said.
"It's not the time for art young man
And anyway flowers are green and red
There's a time for everything young man
And a way it should be done
You've got to show concern for everyone else
For you're not the only one
And she said...
Flowers are red young man
Green leaves are green
There's no need to see flowers any other way
Than they way they always have been seen
But the little boy said...
There are so many colors in the rainbow
So many colors in the morning sun
So many colors in the flower and I see every one
Well the teacher said.. You're sassy
There's ways that things should be
And you'll paint flowers the way they are
So repeat after me.....
And she said...Flowers are red young man
And Green leaves are green
There's no need to see flowers any other way
Than they way they always have been seen
But the little boy said...
There are so many colors in the rainbow
So many colors in the morning sun
So many colors in the flower and I see every one
The teacher put him in a corner
She said.. It's for your own good..
And you won't come out 'til you get it right
And are responding like you should
Well finally he got lonely
Frightened thoughts filled his head
And he went up to the teacher
This is what he said..
and he said
Flowers are red, green leaves are green
There's no need to see flowers any other way
Than the way they always have been seen
Time went by like it always does
And they moved to another town
And the little boy went to another school
And this is what he found
The teacher there was smilin'
She said...Painting should be fun
And there are so many colors in a flower
So let's use every one
But that little boy painted flowers
In neat rows of green and red
And when the teacher asked him why
This is what he said..
and he said
Flowers are red, green leaves are green
There's no need to see flowers any other way
Than the way they always have been seen.
But there still must be a way to have our children say . . .
There are so many colors in the rainbow
So many colors in the morning sun
So many colors in the flower and I see every one
2 comments:
Aw! That's sweet!
Thanks for your advice on my vlog. You're right...I'm in the 'waiting game' and it's so boring. There's nothing I can do to feel like I'm being active in attaining my goals anymore except wait.
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