Wow! A lot has
happened this last couple of weeks… I have been on an emotional roller coaster
that kept speeding up, getting faster and faster… then the drops started
getting longer and steeper… leaving me to yell and wonder where the ticket
booth was – maybe they would give me a refund. If they won’t, maybe the hot dog
stand will, considering their product failed to stay put…
Yet, I digress – but not digest – but then, that’s all that
happening… up and down, up and down, left, right, woa that’s a hard corner….
down again… way down… … will it stop or will it keep on going…. wait – is that
a stop? Noooooooooo… it’s a 1000 foot
drop with a 75 degree turn ¾ the way down going 300 mph on a rail the size of a
pencil lead with a rotten coal mine car sliding down the edge (or was it going
up… can’t tell as I’m free falling with out a parachute or a bungee line…)…
What’s that? A bright light? The End of the tunnel? Maybe
this is the end…. Aye, it just a candle in the dark sitting on a mountain shining
bright in a bowl of sugar… pretty Sweet, huh…
Think about it – a bowl of sugar and a mug of milk sitting
by a candle – there ought to a lesion there somewhere……. Maybe the goats got it…. =/
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The poetic trio
this is a comment on the sugar, the milk, and the candle. Which one would McGyver need to survie? I know all three would be more interesting.