Yesterday at Church the priest used the adage, "The best laid plans of mice and men will often go astray". It always puzzled me. I wondered what kinds of plans mice had, and how would we know of them? I debated with my oldest son, Davis, about whether mice ever had plans. He opined that Douglass Adams had already answered that question in "Life, the Universe, and Everything". Certainly mice had plans, big ones even. I can't speak to rodent dreams, but my own little plans have gone astray. I scuttled my little morning run this a.m. because of lightning. Rain doesn't bug me. See? I'll even give you a rain video to prove it:
Uh, I'm pretty sure that the video about rain, but containing no images of rain, was meant to be ironic. I think. Anyway, no run this morning. Maybe I'll post something about the weekend past. Davis and I played Frisbee all weekend and we saw a funny picture in Church that I determined to capture photographically. 'Cept it appears my camera is again taking a break. I suppose I could steal a picture of a Frisbee, but that wasn't the plan. Ah, what the Hell. There. Happy? Geez.
I used to always run when it was lightening. It was like a challenge to God. However, now things, hey be going so very well, I even look both ways before crossing the street!
And I've always had fun mixing that metaphor, something about the best planned lays, and how they never work out.
I was born in Montana, raised in Tampa, and reside in a small town in the lowcountry of South Carolina with the Lovely Lady Di, and son Tyler. Walterboro (the 'Boro) has about 5,100 residents. It's a moderately interesting place. I work in the public defender's office representing poor people charged with crimes. Some of them did it. Some of them didn't do it. Some are not very nice, a lot of them are just regular Joes with a huge plate of bad luck.
I'm a moderately interesting fellow, who has the good fortune to know or be related to some very interesting people. Is there anyone out there?
There. Happy? Geez.
5 comments:
I used to always run when it was lightening. It was like a challenge to God. However, now things, hey be going so very well, I even look both ways before crossing the street!
And I've always had fun mixing that metaphor, something about the best planned lays, and how they never work out.
I always though "five" was a meta-four. I'll run tomorrow, rain or shine (unless, you know, it's raining really hard).
heh, heh, "laid," ... heh!
Hmmmm. There's a slam in this...
er, smackdown...
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