No Bones Just Ducks

OK so it has been more than just a while since my last post. Thank you Joel and Danny for the prodding and thank you Andrea for making sure I actually check to know that I was prodded. Anyway, the last month has been so full of running from one event to the next that to take the time to write up something let alone to think of anything to write just has not happened. Between the schedule packing that I have been doing in ministry and adding to that the reading class I am working on (Educational Research)and just trying to be a decent husband I have not made the time to just pause and reflect. I think we all need to do that. I am thinking of block scheduling myself, which since I have only in the last two years learned how to use "to do lists", this new self regulatory idea should prove challenging. But really I need to not run out of control so much. I had a great chance today to stop after a meeting at a local church, to rather than just run back to the office, to stick my head in the pastor's office and chat with him. He is not my pastor, but just a local pastor whom I have done youth events with and just had the impulse to check in on him. It was a nice chat, something I need to do more of with more people. Rather than just stick with business as usual, which brings me to the ducks. Thought I forgot them didn't you? I almost got totally aggravated the other day, when while trying to find a parking space in my complex had to drive around three ducks that seemed to believe that my car driving at them posed not threat to them. I saw them in the road, I thought they saw me, I slowed down, and they just looked at me. So I, not wanting to get into a Costanza type issue with our feathered friends, drove around them, all the while expecting them to take off. They never did. I was able to park and walk back by them and still they had not moved. Other cars were now passing them. They were on a break and were not going back to work just yet. Now as I said I could have gotten mad, but instead chose to appreciate the humor of ducks not fearing my car (sort of like the deer that hit me a few years ago). They were taking a break and were not to be disturbed. A lesson worth learning. So sorry Danny, no bones, just ducks.