Between the Missouri and Mississippi Rivers. Between the Iowa and Cedar. Between the Des Moines and Skunk. I've lived or worked by them all. (Except the Missouri - that one doesn't count.) And fought floods against two of them more than once.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
At the Crossroads
Like many of us, the Stranded household is coming to a crossroads of sorts. At a point in time that I refer to as "IF." Similar to the programming statement whose results could go in diverging directions based on IF, THEN, OR ELSE.
I've been at a crossroad many times before and if I had gone down a different path, I wouldn't be here. And I was supposed to be here, in this place, at this time. And I think I know why. Years from now, I will understand better.
Now I'm coming up to another crossroad and I'm not as prepared as I would like.
If we take the right path, this could be a very good thing.
Or it could end up very ugly, too.
To my regular visitors, please be patient, I'll return to my regular cynical self soon.
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2 comments:
Good luck on whatever it may be.
Thanks, Ben.
My mom taught me not to blat too much or else it would ruin what you are trying to accomplish, but I wanted a way to let my regular visitors know that I may miss a day or two between postings. Or very thin on what I do write.
(Not that I'm always interesting or entertaining, but a few of you keep coming back.)
November will be a stressful time for the Stranded household. Next week will be interesting and I have a major upgrade at work to finish by the end of the month.
Oh joy.
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