Fighting Ducks

Yeah, the black cat's changing colors

and it's not the colors that matter

[ Warehouse, DMB ]

Y'know that picture of me with the bandana and the beard? If you don't know what I'm talking about, look in the top right corner of your screen.

Well, that was taken around 360 days ago. It's about time for a new one.

School is out. Changes in my life happen more slowly now. It took me about 8 hours to realize that I don't have homework due, and that I can hit snooze to my heart's delight. Even then it seems surreal (how is that spelled?). My anxieties and problems adapting to change almost reflect that of a newly freed prisoner. I'm used to requesting permission to use the bathroom, raising my hand, eating my meat before I get any pudding, moving like one of pavlov's dogs at the sound of a bell, and submitting to authority [well, somewhat]. None of that at home. Hey! Teachers! leave them kids alone! I have a beard now that I don't have to be in dress code anymore. yessssss

I went to Dr. Goodwin's [My grandaddy] to work today and watched ducks fight (among doing other things). Of all the things that ducks were created for, I think fighting was not an intended use. It'd be like wrapping some guy in a down-filled straight jacket, putting clown shoes on his feet and throwing him in a pool to fight other people. Surprisingly, the were very agressive. I guess you have to be when all you have is a beak to fight with - a blunt one at that. I can just imagine two ducks talkin' smack. "yeah, you can waddle on over here, but you're gonna go limpin' back" - "You so stupid, you don't know which way is south!" ooooooh burn. After I finished work, the ol' english professor schooled me in scrabble.

Run to your dreaming, when you’re alone

Unplug the TV and turn off the phone

Get heavy on with digging your ditch

[ Diggin a Ditch ]

First real night of summer, and I stayed home to read a book. It's about a newly freed prisoner, an appropriate subject for the occassion.

I met with my fellow missionaries the other day in a preparatory bible study. We will have several of these periodically before we fly to south america. Jeremy talked to us about how we are not there to simply build random stuff, but to connect with the people we meet in Guayaquil. We aren't bringing jesus in a carry-on to south america; he is already there. This trip benefits the missionaries as much as the missionees. We as Americans are wired differently than the folks of Ecuador. We think on efficient, goal-oriented terms while they operate on a timetable in which speed is not a factor. So if we are told to dig a ditch one day and to fill it in the next, we should not complain because we came down to Ecuador in order to serve them. This summer holds a lot for me.

it's 430; time for my nap. peace.

and it's not the colors that matter

it's just that they all fade away

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