The shortest distance between two points is a straight line. That's what I've heard anyway; every time I make two points I gerrymander thought print patterns to rival little Family Circus Billy's spotty foot paths. I'm so busy capitalizing on talk time, I've never seen the shortest distance. That's not really accurate. I don't do it for the sake of basking in everyone's attention; that's just a happy byproduct. Really I'm a perfectionist, and so as I'm talking, my mind is busy clogging all conversational leaks. Because if I'm making a point, I want you to believe me. It's like math class: I'm showing you my work, no matter how convoluted.
"As the crow flies." It's a nice concept, but flying is out of the question. My life has slowed to a crawl, and I'm chained in place. So, my shackled mind darts about looking for mischief. I'm an emu surrounded by gloating crows. If my mind catches one, I'll eat a little crow baked in my pie. Tastes like hamster.
You know what else tastes like hamster? Chicken. I had a chicken sandwich the other day. It was tasty. I've noticed that since there isn't somebody across the table to talk to, I do a lot of thinking. Lately, I've thought over my blog posts from before September; they're pretty dark meat. I received an email from a fellow writer who described them as, "...humorous (excluding the pain or because of the pain?.)" Gee thanks.
You'll be glad to hear that this month has been the first Normal month this year. I mean not like a normal day here and there, I mean the month itself: normal. It feels good to be me again, it's been a while.
Sunday, I went to church, and it was like things cleared before me. I don't know how to explain it, but I saw things. Not fruity planes, or purple cows in tapestry, things about me, MyUnwife, and hamster flavored crows. After service, I stayed after and prayed thanks. I also prayed for MyUnwife and not my ancestral prayer for smiting. I just prayed that things would be good for her, wherever it leads. Whether by crow or by 40 year exodus. So long as that 40 year thing isn't our divorce.
It's been a tough time, but God pulled me through. That's why I prayed. I feel like this would be a great time for some testimonial, but the truth is, I don't understand it. I can make up some pie in the sky story, but it'll still taste like air if you don't experience it for yourself. I was troubled, now I'm at peace. There it is, as the crow flies.
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