I had a project that I wasn't going to do, but then I did.
And it had a tight deadline for finishing and mailing.
I got it down the road and now I'm having a relaxing cup of the Elixir at the Library, waiting for my piano-lesson-banishment to end.
The Library's Elixir leads me to ponder a book. (Appropriate, eh?) The Wife got the book awhile back and it finally made it into the Reading Room this morning.
It's called "Won't Let Go Unless You Bless Me", written by Andree Seu. It's a collection of a bunch of her columns from WORLD Magazine.
She's good.
The stories are short so my legs don't go to sleep.
The humor is witty, the thoughts deep, and the topics heavy.
I wished I could write like that.
I left the Reading Room feeling like "Why bother with the Garage, you hack?!".
Then the morning's Elixir,
(a rather strong & robust brew from the mountains of Columbia),
brought a parable to mind.
And promptly warped it with
a twist and a smile . . .
The Master gives three cooks the following -
One gets a commercial kitchen, fully stocked, with adjacent wine vault.
One gets the contents of one small shelf of a normal kitchen cabinet.
The last one gets a drinking cup and a pitcher of tepid water.
That's it.
A cup.
A pitcher.
And room-temperature water.
The Master comes back an hour later and stops by the 1st cook.
On the table is a five-course meal with an incredible aroma and the perfect wine sitting next to a sparkling china place-setting.
"Delicious," smiled the Master,
"Great job!"
He stops by the 2nd cook who nervously presents Him with a white plastic plate containing a grilled peanut-butter-&-honey sandwich, toasted golden brown, cut into petit triangles, and sprinkled lightly with cinnamon & sugar - plus a plain white plastic cup of fragrant herbal tea and honey.
"Delicious," smiles the Master,
"Great job!"
The Master walks into the room where the 3rd cook self-conciously presents Him with a cup of water.
The Master takes the cup.
It's cold.
Very cold.
He takes a sip to find the water is as cold as the cup.
His eyes ask the question as He fixes His gaze on the cook who shuffles slightly while barely whispering,
"I took them out in the blizzard, stuck them in the snow, and covered them with my shirt to keep the water clean."
The Master smiles.
"Delicious," He says softly,
"Great job!"
Yeah.
All for the Glory of Him, eh?
Guess I'll keep putzin' in this Garage He gave me.
It's what I got.
So, ummm . . .
What did He give you?