Smelling like airplane!
One of my co-workers likes to try and embarrass me. I work around a bunch of guys and they're guys and they tell stories. If I can't walk away, I often just look down and shake my head in disapproval. He knows I'm a man of faith. He thinks it funny when I do this and today he said something about me having to go say "ten hail Mary's" because I heard the story he told.
I told him this..."...if you only knew. But I'm so glad you don't."
He asked me what I meant by that. I told him that I had a past and left it at that. He said this to me: "at least you have a future...most of the rest of us don't." I told him I could tell him how to fix that, but he already knows. At least he's reading the Bible, or was the last time he was on the shift.
There is a young man that works on the same docks I do. He's a sheet metal guy and he belongs to the Guard unit I retired from. He's brand new there. I'm infamous and almost forgotten. That's a good thing. I was going to say something to him about one of my friends that is in his shop now. I decided against it. He doesn't know and I'm so glad he doesn't.
I will never be able to outrun my past. I don't try. I just don't talk all that much about it.
Another one of my co-workers is kind of dorky but I like the guy. He sometimes, in embracing his inner dork, comes up with funny stuff, like when he gets his hands dirty, he'll sometimes say, "ewwww.....I got airplane on me."
I have a lot of airplane on me at any given day. Lately I keep brushing up against stuff that grows in fuel tanks. It's some sort of organism that smells like mustard and you can't get off you. If it gets in your hair, it's even worse. We share computers at work and the other day, some guy must've used the computer because I got that stuff on me. I literally smelled like airplane.
Lots of good things are happening here at Lark Circle. My roses survived the winter? nicely. God's yellow rose survived too. The lamb's ear in the flower beds though isn't going to make it through another spring. My flower beds are getting an overhaul. I'm keeping what I like. I'm serious about making this my home and not the house I lived in that was someone else's home.
I know that sounds stupid but until about the middle of last summer, I had unknowingly kept the place as a shrine to what was at the expense of what should be right now and isn't. I own a house. What makes it a home are the things I'm working on in my life.
God provides in the oddest ways sometimes. I thought I needed a table and chairs until today when I cleaned off the patio and realized I have a table and two chairs suitable for inside. Scratch that need off the list.
Wanna come for coffee? We have lots of places to sit.
I told him this..."...if you only knew. But I'm so glad you don't."
He asked me what I meant by that. I told him that I had a past and left it at that. He said this to me: "at least you have a future...most of the rest of us don't." I told him I could tell him how to fix that, but he already knows. At least he's reading the Bible, or was the last time he was on the shift.
There is a young man that works on the same docks I do. He's a sheet metal guy and he belongs to the Guard unit I retired from. He's brand new there. I'm infamous and almost forgotten. That's a good thing. I was going to say something to him about one of my friends that is in his shop now. I decided against it. He doesn't know and I'm so glad he doesn't.
I will never be able to outrun my past. I don't try. I just don't talk all that much about it.
Another one of my co-workers is kind of dorky but I like the guy. He sometimes, in embracing his inner dork, comes up with funny stuff, like when he gets his hands dirty, he'll sometimes say, "ewwww.....I got airplane on me."
I have a lot of airplane on me at any given day. Lately I keep brushing up against stuff that grows in fuel tanks. It's some sort of organism that smells like mustard and you can't get off you. If it gets in your hair, it's even worse. We share computers at work and the other day, some guy must've used the computer because I got that stuff on me. I literally smelled like airplane.
Lots of good things are happening here at Lark Circle. My roses survived the winter? nicely. God's yellow rose survived too. The lamb's ear in the flower beds though isn't going to make it through another spring. My flower beds are getting an overhaul. I'm keeping what I like. I'm serious about making this my home and not the house I lived in that was someone else's home.
I know that sounds stupid but until about the middle of last summer, I had unknowingly kept the place as a shrine to what was at the expense of what should be right now and isn't. I own a house. What makes it a home are the things I'm working on in my life.
God provides in the oddest ways sometimes. I thought I needed a table and chairs until today when I cleaned off the patio and realized I have a table and two chairs suitable for inside. Scratch that need off the list.
Wanna come for coffee? We have lots of places to sit.
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