Light Words

It seems today that there is light everything from bread to mayonnaise to bologna. Oh, I am making myself hungry here (except that mayonnaise thing--that is gross). We are spiritually in some very heavy times. For those of your personality hounds out there, a sanguine *raising hand* has a very hard time being serious and dealing with all of the heaviness. So, I have chosen to be my normal silly self here today. Now, if I can just think of something light.

I've got it. Last night I was leaving work at the hospital which by the way was not a fun night. Anyway, it sits on top of a hill so you have to walk down a slope to get to the parking lot. There is a garage to park in but I am just way to cheap to pay to park. I would rather drive all over the parking lot like a vulture looking for someone to move toward there car. It really is like a vulture how you just kind of leer at them with no facial expression. You watch row by row to see where they are going. When the moment presents itself, it is as if your massive wings swoop down closing in for the ---parking spot. I am off subject again. Can you imagine listening to me preach?

Back to the story...So, I notice this old car has left its lights on. I looked around to get a description of the car and memorize the license number. I began the trek back up the hill to tell security. I felt the burn in my leg muscles as I climbed Everest. Alas, I reached the top to see a rent-a-cop standing there expressionless as if guarding Buckingham Palace. In fact he had not moved because he was covered in our state bird--mosquitoes. They were biting him on the face. He never swatted. Finally I stirred him to action. When I described the car--he knew which one it was. He knew all of that time. Suddenly I did not feel very safe. Here was a security guard that was nearly being carried off by mosquitoes that I was not even sure was alive. Perhaps he needed a transfusion. The other night we had a potentially threatening situation. Police were all over the place. No wonder. The Buckingham Guards provide little protection. Parking control I guess.

That story lacked a bit. But today that is all I have. Tomorrow I plan to yardsale again, Lord willing. Perhaps someone will come along and eat some weeds or something. I don't know. Until then, God bless you all!