Man, I hate being predictable. Well, that's not strictly true – I enjoy a good routine. But this business of being out of sorts. Crabby. Bloated. Uncomfortable in my own skin. I'd rather that not be routine. Four weeks ago I wrote this. And today, again, I had my monthly epiphany. For heaven's sake – really? Am I so present moment that I can't keep track of the rhythms of my life? Apparently.
But enough complaining.
On Sunday I was in church listening to an elderly gentleman read the lessons, and then another elderly gentleman talked about his experiences on ships during World War II. I was filled with a sense of gratitude and sadness. Gratitude that I got to be with these men now, but such a sadness that I won't know them longer. I'll bet they were pistols when they were younger. But how can you tell which younger people will be as interesting when they're older? If I knew I'd work on getting to know them now!
I took a picture of the infamous pig today – he's a (rather silly) dragon right now. But you'll have to wait until Saturday to see him – he's definitely my picture of the day. Until then, enjoy these random pictures I took from my desk at work & a few that Dr. M took today – helping to remind me of some of the other cycles of life…
Nekkid Sheep. Heh.