Delicious Tidbit

My sanity is at stake with my workload and travel-back-and-forth-to-Indiana schedule these days. I am neglecting my little space here. I'll be back soon, but right now I have to share with you this paragraph I got today from the man who has been my best friend on the planet since 1986. As is usually the case when my sanity is being javelined, he suddenly shows up with something that makes me laugh:


When I was a kid living in our old house up the road here, for lack of anything better to do I once rolled a big rock out to the end of the driveway, lovingly painted it white, and then in my best lettering, I painstakingly painted SHADY REST upon it with black paint. Upon seeing this my mom said with great hilariarity and not a little sarcarsm, "It sounds like a damned LOONEY BIN." I had to admit that she had a good point so I hastily painted it all-white again. And so ended my aspirations for being high class...and so much more. A great metaphor I think for all my life's follies. Using white-out to correct the mistakes.