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Now I'm sitting on the counter in the big kitchen, eating mini oranges and baby carrots, looking out the window at the Wellness Secret's flashing "Open" sign.
Last Sabbath, I went exploring in the 30 + acres of land behind the church in Decatur, Arkansas. It was a glorious, huge afternoon. The mildly crazy breeze blew pieces of cloud across a deep blue sky, occasionally dimming the majestic sunlight that lit up the grassy field and just barely budding trees. I tramped happily across the field past the pond, and the empty blue Bud Lite bottle, and found a little gulley and found a place to sit on a tree was growing parallel to the ground. I waited there for a while, listening to the wind blowing over head, and almost mistook the place for heaven, it was so peaceful and alive. Then, the faint sounds of a giddy electronic device playing "Pop Goes the Weasel" drifted into my ears, and I realized that I wasn't in heaven yet. The invisible ice cream truck seemed to be lingering nearby and driving in circles, so I hopped off my tree-seat and went exploring up the other side of the gulley.
Now, if you are from a city, you wouldn't know this about gulleys, but I will let you know a country secret. Gulleys, at least in farming country, are the perfect places to dump trash; especially dead animals. (improper use of a semicolon?) Anyways, I knew that, and as I perused the various items littering the valley, I found a very well preserved, jumbled-up cow skeleton. I've always felt the need to pick up interesting artifacts I find, so I chose the nicest looking femur bone and carried it along with me. It was such a huge bone, and had no injuries whatsoever, so I thought it would be nice to bring it to a place where I could sit down and really look at it. Bones are pretty neat!
After discovering the rest of the acreage, I journeyed back to the church, femur bone and all. When I showed it to my fellow canvassers, only one was interested in it (figures), so I set it down beside the building to come back to later.
It was forgotten in the haste of work, so when Tuesday came around, it never dawned on me that the bone was still there. Incidentally, there happened to be a funeral viewing at the church that very morning. Not a good thing. Not a good thing at all. In the midst of lunch preparations, I ran outside in the rain, grabbed that bone, and threw it over the fence into the field from whence it came. Hopefully I'll have some other time to look at it.
Only a few days left here, and then I'll be on to the next location in my life. College at Ouachita Hills is never boring. You're only in one location for about 4 weeks at a time, max.
Last Sabbath, I went exploring in the 30 + acres of land behind the church in Decatur, Arkansas. It was a glorious, huge afternoon. The mildly crazy breeze blew pieces of cloud across a deep blue sky, occasionally dimming the majestic sunlight that lit up the grassy field and just barely budding trees. I tramped happily across the field past the pond, and the empty blue Bud Lite bottle, and found a little gulley and found a place to sit on a tree was growing parallel to the ground. I waited there for a while, listening to the wind blowing over head, and almost mistook the place for heaven, it was so peaceful and alive. Then, the faint sounds of a giddy electronic device playing "Pop Goes the Weasel" drifted into my ears, and I realized that I wasn't in heaven yet. The invisible ice cream truck seemed to be lingering nearby and driving in circles, so I hopped off my tree-seat and went exploring up the other side of the gulley.
Now, if you are from a city, you wouldn't know this about gulleys, but I will let you know a country secret. Gulleys, at least in farming country, are the perfect places to dump trash; especially dead animals. (improper use of a semicolon?) Anyways, I knew that, and as I perused the various items littering the valley, I found a very well preserved, jumbled-up cow skeleton. I've always felt the need to pick up interesting artifacts I find, so I chose the nicest looking femur bone and carried it along with me. It was such a huge bone, and had no injuries whatsoever, so I thought it would be nice to bring it to a place where I could sit down and really look at it. Bones are pretty neat!
After discovering the rest of the acreage, I journeyed back to the church, femur bone and all. When I showed it to my fellow canvassers, only one was interested in it (figures), so I set it down beside the building to come back to later.
It was forgotten in the haste of work, so when Tuesday came around, it never dawned on me that the bone was still there. Incidentally, there happened to be a funeral viewing at the church that very morning. Not a good thing. Not a good thing at all. In the midst of lunch preparations, I ran outside in the rain, grabbed that bone, and threw it over the fence into the field from whence it came. Hopefully I'll have some other time to look at it.
Only a few days left here, and then I'll be on to the next location in my life. College at Ouachita Hills is never boring. You're only in one location for about 4 weeks at a time, max.
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