Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Tomfoolery

Late at night. Can't sleep. Body wants rest. Mind says no. Maybe writing will help. Do I feel the need to say something? So far, obviously, nothing profound.

Too awake to sleep. Too tired to make most of time. Wish I knew what to do with the moment.

Waiting...
Waiting...

I got nothing. But I like the silence. So rare.

Hold on. Maybe a little trivial insight coming?

Nope. Just a belch.

C'mon Mr. Sandman, send me a dream. Make me the blah, blah, blah. This is going nowhere. Always this internal pressure to make every second some deep philosophical epiphany. Rarely happens. Assuming it ever has.

So here I sit. Clock ticking. Night enveloping. Brain running on fumes. Need sleep to gas up the tank. Start fresh in the morning.

Enough of this.

Wait. Wait a second. Yep. I've got it. This is good. Should prove extremely helpful. Here it is:

Strong black coffee, French toast, and real maple syrup could very well save the world.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I agree! But how about this...

Strong black coffee, French toast, and real maple syrup on a crisp morning in the mountains with the smell of pine trees all around...

John Howe said...

Scott,
I guess I can identify with the overactive mind and tired body scenario.
I have been following your blog for sometime now and have come to appreciate your humor and mindful insights.
It is uncanny how one's actions impact others. Most often in ways we may never even be aware of. It would seem, therefore, that we have some inherent responsibility to insure these be as positive as humanly possible. At least that's the legacy we would like to insure.
In a little over a week, I will have the pleasure of witnessing the marriage of my oldest daughter to wonderful, young man. Like all parents, I can only hope their union will become as wonderful as mine has been with my lovely wife.
However, it will be a memorable occasion for another reason as well. I shall, once again, be able to enjoy the humor and company of their wonderful circle of friends, not the least of which eminates from the chosen, Best Man....you, Scott.
I don't know if you remember the bon fire at our house but your infectious humor and ability to enjoy some of nature's best liquid refreshments was inspirational.
I look forward to more of these memorable moments.
In terms of answers.....I'm alot older and only have more questions.
It seems that we are given more hurdles because we have exhibited the ability to jump. Maybe it is the result of our actions that is used to assist and influence others. I just don't know. I do know that you are one fine high hurdler, Scott.
I look forward to seeing you soon and also continuing to read your blog.