||[Mar. 9th, 2006|10:53 am]
(I wrote this much earlier in the morning, then got distracted by a shiny, sparkly thing and forgot to post it until now.)|
Today is Mom's birthday. She woke me up with a phone call discussing ... well, a bunch of stuff; some related to Dad's care, some about picking up her birthday cake, some about a friend of hers who is getting a pacemaker today, and ... as I said a bunch of stuff.
Well, I'm sitting here, still have some cobwebs in my head, sipping my morning coffee, and (of course) playing some poker (best hand of the day so far quad Tens, although the 3's full of 2's that I played far too passively was an amusing little hand as well -- partly because I did play it too passively--another metaphor hidden in an inconsequential incident?).
I don't know why but a quote from Richard Bach's Illusions is going through my head. I think I mentioned that book about the reluctant Messiah maybe once or twice here (um, if Mr. Bach is reading this, I'll take the money for promoting your book in small non-sequentially numbered bills -- ah, who am I kidding, I'll take a handful of coins).
"There is no such thing as a problem without a gift for you in its hands. You seek problems because you need their gifts."
When I read that last week, my first thought was "boy, am I gifted!"
Well, this confused teacher will blunder on in his day.