Could be 3 inches of snow, I guess.
I build a fire, leaving the woodburner's doors open for the fireplace effect.
There we go.
My feet are warming up.
And the fresh Elixir is warm.
The Wife is on her laptop, muttering to herself, ear buds tying her to the music she's trying to learn.
TechnoBoy, headphoned as well, is talking to a friend as they fight their way across some countryside, ducking blue and yellow tanks and red flying thingies.
From the Chair, I watch the fire while listening to the rain and wind.
And think of turkeys.
I had a friend who tried turkey farming for awhile. He said the money was good but the turkeys were kinda high maintenance.
The Elixir erodes the memory of one of his stories.
He was finding about two or three turkeys a day dead.
Decapitated.
Big, white 15lb balls of feathers.
And no heads.
After a few days of this, he hid out to see who or what were making his turkeys more brainless than usual.
He sat hidden, shotgun in lap, when a quick, large shadow shot past him, cleanly removing a turkey head and then landing on a fence post.
A huge owl delicately began picking at the neck in its claws.
The neck.
Just a few yards away laid a plump feast. And this thing eats the neck.
I smile at the fire, remembering my friend's face at the meagerness and stupidity of the owl's final meal.
Turkeys and owls.
Dumb & Dumber.
Then my smile fades a bit. Oh.
Yeah.
I guess I do the same. On occasion.
I'm given the great opportunity to know Him - and I take the quick, easy route.
I pick delicately, easily, at the thing.
Sure of my grasp.
Controlling the situation.
Keeping it small.
Not too crazy.
Not too ambitious.
And not too messy.
Just a taste.
Not all that hungry for that, really.
This will do.
Huh.
Imagine Elisha walking back to the river after the other guy, Elijah, goes off to Heaven in the ultimate convertible.
The bald-headed prophet walks up to the river, holding Elijah's mantle, aaaaaaaaaand -
wades delicately out into the river, holding the mantle over his head to keep it dry, swimming with one hand.
Nibbling at a turkey neck of blessing.
But no.
The cantankerous Hebrew looked to the sky, yelled "Where is the God of Elijah?!!!", and smacked the water with the cloak.
The waters parted, dry land appeared, and a new incredible story of miracles began.
All because one guy was hungry enough not to settle for a turkey neck.
Well.
I think I need to get hungrier.
Hey -
you want the other drumstick?