Straight Lines--100 Words

[While I wish I could claim ownership of the yard in the photo, alas, it's not our yard. Maybe our new home will look this good!]

Straight lines.

I cut grass today.

I enjoy doing that.

I enjoy cutting the grass in straight lines.

It looks organized. It looks clean. It looks as it should.

How I wish all of life could be measured in straight lines.

You know. The shortest distance between two points.

In relationship to my career, every decision would be clear and the direction would be easily recognized.

In relationship to family, we’d know exactly what each other needed and then tackle it head-on.

Yet, life doesn’t come to us in straight lines.

Normally, it comes like dodging flowers.

And, dog poop.

Relaxation--100 Words

Relaxation.

Great word!

Positive thoughts come to mind when that word is spoken.

This weekend, I’m hoping for some relaxation.

Doing as little as possible.

Putting my mind into neutral and coasting.

A slow coast at that. Not in a hurry. No schedule to keep. No pager. Or phone.

If the weather holds, we’ll hit a few yard sales on Saturday. We’ll eat quiet meals at home. We’ll prop our feet up, snooze if the mood hits.

And did I mention watch football? Do that while wife snoozes. That way, we’ll both be happy.

What’s your plan for the weekend?

Me as a Child

Well, in truth, that's not me. That's Evan! If you didn't know.

A co-worker of mine, a graphic designer, took a few liberties with a recent photo of Evan. He thought it would be fun to imagine what I looked like as a child!

Too funny Clay! I need to see if I can't find you some more work to do!