WAG - Time is Not on My Side
I am running full speed up to Saturday.
I haven't put in any more 11 and a half hour days since Monday; though today I was only 10 minutes short.
Included in such day I got to:
Watch two red cars wreck 30 meters ahead of me (one taking out a fence). After pulling over to see if they were all okay, I knew things were going to be okay when the two in the car emerged from the vehicle spouting obscenities. When they were clear-headed enough to request that the cops NOT be called, I knew I was no longer needed there.
Cross a railroad tracks while the lights were flashing and guard rails down. I wasn't racing any train. They were down for a long time (I saw them go down, took a left to pickup another trap not on the opposite side of the railroad tracks, followed the tracks both ways, and never saw a moving train anywhere along the line). An ambulance showed up, also with flashing lights, and the neighborhood kids jogged up to the tracks and waved it through. I reasoned if they weren't joshing around with a bunch of EMTs, I was safe to pass on through. After all, they were smiling as they were directing people through the railroad barriers. They could be trusted... At least I didn't spot any symptoms of "Children of the Corn" among them.
Stand on the break while negotiating the Washington County Fair parking lot, also know as, the east and west sides of Missouri Highway 185.
Go straight to work from church, which meant no shower until after 9:00 p.m. (I started shortly before 8:00 a.m.), though I did give myself a thorough scrubbing with a series of moist towletts.
All this and my job description now requires me to run with scissors (from the tree line and back).
I wish I had a camera and the expertise to accurately record all the strange reactions to the nutty, scissor wielding conservation boy.
I have 117 traps to go AND a date at the Muny tomorrow.
Can both be fit in? We'll see.
Either way, don't expect any new posts until Friday, if not latter.
I haven't mentioned that I love my life lately.
I do, even though it may be the end of me.
Of course, it's as Hank Williams Senior sang: I'll never make it out of this life alive.
There's something to keep in mind.
'So_why_kill_yourself_trying'
