Since this blog is going to deal with an eclectic array of topics, I thought you might like to know where the topics come from. One of the methods I use to spark an idea comes from my Top Ten List. (No, Dave doesn’t own that idea.)
If you journal or keep a diary, you may find my list helpful.
1. What surprised me this week?
2. What challenged me this week?
3. What tickled me this week:
4. What contented me this week?
5. What did I learn this week?
6. What pained me this week?
7. What angered me this week?
8. What inspired me this week?
9. What entertained me this week?
10. What did I do this week?
As it happens, I had a big surprise this past week. I was waiting for a powerful downpour of rain to abate so that I could walk from my office to the parking garage. I was looking out the window of the 18th floor, when I realized the rain was falling sideways. Maybe you’ve seen this phenomenon before, but I hadn’t. I was studying this odd occurrence, thinking it must be pretty windy out there, when a large piece of plywood flew by the window.
Surprise #2! Plywood flying through the air. (There’s a lot of construction going on in the downtown area.)
The storm didn’t last very long, maybe an hour, but in addition to wrecking havoc at the building sites, it brought down trees and signs. It was a. wild, wicked, wonderful storm that came out of nowhere and left a whole lot of mischief behind.
Two things:
1: I like the list. Could have used this the week I was on a boat and trying to write stuff in my journal.
2. Which direction was the plywood going? Since down is a normal direction for something to travel (gravity, you know), I’m guessing that this particular piece of plywood was taking an alternate route. Although, depending upon the angle of the wood and the size of the piece, it might be somewhat aerodynamic (for a short while anyway) and, if not fly, at least have its decent slowed.
Thanks
Lee,
Thank you for your comment.
The wind was so powerful that day that the sheet of plywood was traveling sideways when it flew by my window on the 18th floor. It may have been in a descending pattern because the building across the way that is under construction is about 22 floors high now, but at the moment that I saw it–definitely sideways, and then out of my range of sight.
1. My father.
2. My father.
3 My father.
4. My father.
5. From my father.
6. My father.
7. My father.
8. My father.
9. My father.
10. Took care of my father.
To Denise,
I assume from your comment that you’re having a bad day. Take an aspirin and go to bed. Things will look brighter in the morning. (maybe)