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I'm really sick of having to over-think everything. Life is complicated enough, trying to get everything done that needs to be done in a manner and by a person or people by whom every such thing can be done. Yes, I am purposely being obscure (and obtuse?) here.
You see, that sheetrock did not do itself. Of course not. Apparently however, if I am going to mention something in passing (with which I was seeking to make more of a spiritual application than a literal physical one...again with the obscure...), I need to also make sure to be very specific about what was or wasn't done and by whom.
Or else just not speak/type/write at all.
Someday, this will be done. Maybe then I can live without people watching my every move again. Not that it will change one iota of my/our life. Other than having to deal with deliberate obtusity (is that a word? it is now.).
In the meantime. I will not shut up. I will not go away. I will not cease to be me. I will not stop living and talking about my life, either. For you see, this blog is for me. It's a somewhat creative outlet. A journal of sorts. A history of my life that my loved ones will be able to read long after I am gone.
It's not about you. It's not about Brian. It's about me and about minute connections God allows between my life in the present and an eternal God who knows all things. And sometimes...it's just about life. Life as it is. That's it. I'm sorry if I forget to explain every detail of life in a way that leaves no one questioning anything ever. No, scratch that...I'm actually not sorry. So there.
So now I have a little story to tell you...please don't assume this story is actually about me, because maybe it is, maybe it's not. But here it is...once upon a time, a room needed to be sheetrocked. The man who lived in the house was not able to do the job himself. He directed two pre/mid-pubescent boys in the destruction and disposal of the old sheetrock, but did not do the actual work himself. At the store, the employees of said store loaded the trailer. At home, the wife, son, and friend of the man unloaded the sheets of sheetROCK (hey, is this why they are so heavy?? I may or may not know from personal experience though. Can't say.). The man rented a sheetrock lift and had more friends come over to put the sheetrock up, along with the wife and son (again). See, he was a smart man and knew that that sheetrock wasn't going to lift itself and neither was he going to be able to lift the sheetrock. Not a lot of thought went into this, however, as the man has not been able to do such things for over 4 years now. The sheetrock is still not complete (almost though!). All readers of this story will rest assured that this man is still well aware that he cannot/may not/will not do this job himself, as he would have in the past. See, this is the story of life now for this man...calling other people to help him out. So when the wife wrote about this instance, she may have neglected to mention exactly how this sheetrock job was going to be completed, because for her, this is all just life now. It's not even something that was thought about. It's kind of a "duh" thing in this woman's house...as in...duh, of course this man who is not able to do these things is not the one doing these things.
Duh.
P.S. He also never once climbed through the window. He simply waited until the job (which he did NOT perform) was at a point where the plastic could come down. And then? He walked through the doorway, as he always does. With a terrible limp and lack of balance. But he didn't really notice that either...because this is just life for the man now.
