Jim and I spent five days in the Adirondack Mountains with our friend, Bruce, getting their summer home opened. It wasn't all work and no play, as we finished in record time, got the boat out of storage and spent some time on the lake, as well as enjoying good company and yummy food.
This being a particularly busy time for me, I was delighted to look forward to a good ten days at home to prepare for VBS and my LPGA company. That, alas, was not to be. On Monday I received a call from my elderly aunt and uncle who live in Pennsylvania and they needed some assistance for a couple of days. Monday evening I drove the 3-1/2 hours to their home and spent two days with them. I was happy that I could help out in this minor emergency, but it did cramp my plans for getting organized here. My schedule had to be rearranged a little, but I'm happy to report we seem to be back on track. We'll see what comes up to throw a monkey wrench in my plans from now until next Thursday.
Thursday is the day Jim and I plan to spend at the Wegman's LPGA in Rochester. We plan to attend on Saturday with Jim's brother and his friend also. I'm planning on a clean house by then and hoping for good weather. We shall see.
My creative juices seem to be stagnating for the moment (might be stress), but I received this in my email today and thought I would like to share it.
The Buzzard, The Bat and The Bee
If you put a buzzard in a pen that is 6 feet by 8 feet and is entirely open at the top, the bird, in spite of its ability to fly, will be an absolute prisoner. The reason is that a buzzard always begins a flight from the ground with a run of 10-12 feet. Without space to run, as is its habit, it will not even attempt to fly, but will remain a prisoner for life in a small jail with no top.
The ordinary bat that flies around at night, a remarkable, nimble creature in the air, cannot take off from a level place. If it is placed on the floor or flat ground, all it can do is shuffle about helplessly and, no doubt, painfully, until it reaches some slight elevation from which it can throw itself into the air. Then, at once, it takes off like a flash.
A bumblebee, if dropped into an open tumbler, will be there until it dies, unless it is taken out. It never sees the means of escape at the top, but persists in trying to find some way out through the sides near the bottom. It will seek a way where none exists, until it completely destroys itself.
In many ways, we are like the buzzard, the bat, and the bumblebee. We struggle about with all our problems and frustrations, never realizing that all we have to do is look up! That's the answer, the escape route and the solution to any problem. Just look up.
Sorrow looks back, worry looks around, but faith looks up.