Today, I bought a shop-vac. This purchase has a purpose other than sheer desire. Our washing machine leaks out the bottom of it. It's sitting inside a plastic tray, but the water is also sitting in the plastic tray. It's quite gross looking. So, I am going to suck up the water. Then, I am going to vacuum my car with it.
Maybe with a vacuum in hand and at-hand, I'll be more apt to keep my car clean. Somehow I doubt this, but there is always room for change. Just like those ideas in my head that some day I'll exercise, be healthier, eat right, and will change the world by being more in the world.
My world is small at the moment. It's amazing how small one's world because when something happens. The wagons do circle and they block out other parts of the world at times. They shade you from the burning issues of life while you focus on your compadre, they water your garden of love and trust by listening to you cry in the night, and they slowly wheel themselves apart allowing the world to come back to you slowly, so seeing what's behind the covered wagons isn't a shock.
Slow the white sea is parting and the pioneers donning their caps and bonnets, ready to wish me a farewell.
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