Just still crawling up the proverbial mountain to find the wise man sitting cross-legged at the top so I can ask him the big questions: What is the purpose of life? How can I find enlightenment? Where does spare time go? What should I do with the rest of my life? And, most importantly, is there a map to show me how to get the heck off this stupid mountain?
With my luck, by the time I get to the top of the mountain, I'll find a sign that says, "Gone fishing. Back tomorrow. Good luck. Signed, Wiseman.
And I'll turn around and there will be a line of people behind and the person at the front of the line will say to me, "What is the purpose of life?"
I'll strike myself on the forhead with the palm of my hand and utter in shocked astonishment, "Oh my God!"
And the person will say, "Thank you. That's what I thought. You are very wise indeed." He will smile peacefully and start back down the mountain.
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I'm not sure where that story came from. I really just came to the publish post place to say that I was still not blogging much, checking a few sites -- realizing I'd missed Barry's birthday! But not by much. And to mention that when I checked the Friday Shootout for the theme I laughed because my foot was there. But I'm not sure I've got any country roads for next week. And then my fingers started typing like that old horror movie about the living hand.
I still don't know where spare time goes or what to do with the rest of my life. Oh my God.
