Me and the Elixir are watching Larry, Curly, Moe, and a friend glide through the front yard.
The streetlight glowing off the snow illuminates their appearance with a quality that is somewhere between a silhouette and a really fuzzy picture.
Huh.
Well, I think it's the Stooges. All the yearling deer look alike.
For all I know it's Beyonce, Mariah, and Smurfette with their friend, Snooki.
But I want it to be the Stooges.
So Stooges they will be.
A quick pull of the Elixir brings a pensive reflection off the glowing snow.
It's been a different kinda week.
New job. Things happening, big things, coming down the pike.
Amazing how things change in just 7 days, eh?
Huh.
The Elixir dusts off an Old Testament thought.
Think of the week Moses had when he dashed outta Egypt. When he found out that someone found out about the guy in the sand. The one he killed.
One night he's dining off gold plates brought to him by beautifully dressed, gliding servants. Huge fans gently wafting the night air. Music playing behind layers of fine, gossamer curtains.
A mere seven days later and he's chuckin' rocks at things in the desert, trying to get a meal.
(I can hear Bob Uecker, the voice of the Milwaukee Brewers, describing the situation . . .
"Ohhh! Just a biiiiiiit outside and that rabbit is goooooooone.")
Definitely a different week.
But was it a bad week?
A worse week?
Moses needed to learn desert living. He'd be bringing about two million friends and relatives through there in about four decades.
"Get the lay of the land, folks."
"Water's just over there."
"Hey! Don't eat that!"
"Um, I wouldn't sit right there."
All those things he didn't even knew he needed to know.
Because he could only see a week, not a lifetime.
That type of lifetime sight is for a better Mind than mine.
Or yours, for that matter.
So this week - was it better or worse?
I dunno.
It was just different.