Clowns to the Left of Me *singing* Jokers to the Right
“…Here I am. Stuck in the middle with you.” -song made popular by Stealers Wheel in 1972.
I have been spending a bit of time each morning, Monday thru Thursday, for the last four weeks sitting curbside in front of Mossyrock High School waiting for my son Shane. Today is the last day I will have to tolerate, er, enjoy, this view until September.
I am proud to say that Shane has completed the History course and has started on a Geography class. He’s about 75% caught up and on the way to graduating next year. No, I’m not proud to say that he fell behind, but I am proud that he is working to catch up.
Did you know that kids go to summer school on the computer now? Yup, they only need one teacher to babysit while the children park their selves in front of a computer monitor and point and click their way through a class. Huh. Interesting. (I’m trying to be nice. It’s hot and I’m not very nice when I’m hot!)
My view to the left is the Assembly of God Church. And while the building isn’t impressive, the influence that this church has on the town of Mossyrock is impressive.
May I say once again: Huh. Interesting.
I am intrigued by the sign out front. Very curious indeed. I wonder what they do at these meetings? (If you can’t read the sign, it says: “Tuesday nights 6:30 Support Group Therapy for D iscouragement and Depression.”)
Oh dear, let us blame my cynicism on the heat, shall we? The PNW has been breaking records for the last couple of days. It was 108 degrees at my house yesterday. We have air conditioning in ONE room, my bedroom (we call it The Cooler, I swear you could hang meat in there!) and the rest of the house has been 80-95 degrees for several days now.
I am NOT a nice person when I am too hot. Can you tell? OH! And my computer and I (I won’t tell you which one of us was really at fault…) lost an 8 page document (our church newsletter) yesterday and I will have to try and re-create it today. *heavy, burdened, dramatic sighs*
Today I started down the road to Kabir. Kabir is not a what, Kabir is a who. He was a poet, a religious reformer, an artist and musician in the 15th century. He is touted as “something of a tough guy, a Zen-bruiser, a divine smart-aleck.” (Hmmm, “divine smart-aleck” reminds me of Father T. LOL)
Let us start with this…
[ PROFESSIONAL COUNSELING ]
From the Ocean I heard a million fish say,
“Give me a beer—quick.”
I replied, “Dears, how can that be? How can a fish in the water
want a drink?”
Well, that’s how wacky things have gotten. Who else
but Maya could pull a fast one that that
and get away
Seriously speaking though:
The fish in the water that is thirsty needs
serious professional counseling.
Ha! Indeed! What do you think? Who are these fish? What is the water?