Dave and all,

Yep, doesn't that just seem the way it is sometimes? Oh well I'm not sure 
it is a good thing it rang true with you or not lol.

Brad



At 05:23 AM 7/14/2007, you wrote:
>I can readily identify with that, Brad, especially when I'm short on 
>time.  LOL!
>April's Dave in Ohio
>----- Original Message -----
>From: "Brad D" <[log in to unmask]>
>To: <[log in to unmask]>
>Sent: Friday, July 13, 2007 8:45 PM
>Subject: Loose ends flailing
>
>
>So I start off doing a bit of planning of future things. I notice "Wow! I
>got a lot of loose ends hanging around and I better get after them." Here
>in our town they are having city wide garage sales and we have some stuff
>to get rid of, not too much and all larger stuff not being used and we are
>paying storage to keep it dry. So, I think to myself, "Self? You better get
>that stuff organized so you can take advantage of the garage shoppers
>roaming the streets this weekend". "I agree said I". So the first thing I
>thought of was the gas powered post hole digger I bought when I had to put
>in the fence for the day care.  "I need to get that gassed up and make sure
>it gets started, it hasn't been run in nearly two years and all the gas has
>dried up in it... gee I hope it starts. That would be embarrassing if
>someone wanted to see it run and I couldn't get it started". Now I know
>that piece of equipment takes a mixed gas, that is 2-cycle oil mixed with
>the gas and I just know I've got a bottle somewhere in that
>garage,  somewhere in or on that work bench. So? Off I go looking for the
>little bottle of oil. Rummage, rummage, rummage, and rummage some more but
>it isn't there. "I know its there" said I, so looking around in a box I see
>my electric drill. "Hmmm. I better put this away  somewhere huh. But the
>oil, I need to find the oil too.  Hmm I better put this away first though.
>Hey I know what I'll do! I'll put it in that portable tool chest I got
>yeah, that's it!" So I know that tool chest is buried somewhere among a
>bunch of my wife's plant stuff. "Ah-ha! I found it!" But you know? I can't
>even open it cause of the stuff in front of it". So I think. " I ought roll
>this whole tool thing someplace closer to the work bench, but it would be
>easier to move if the top part was off it, I should take the  top tool
>chest part off first.  You know that upper piece of the tool chest might
>look and work better if it were on top the work bench instead of sitting on
>top of the base.  Hmm but I need to find that bottle of oil to get that
>digger running. Hmmm, well. I better move this tool chest first.  I'll move
>it over there to the bench yeah!" So I grab the upper tool drawer part and
>carry it over to the work bench. "Hmmm. This bench top is a real mess isn't
>it"? I stood there a minute and said, "Yep sho nuff is, yas-suh, sho' nuff
>is." Looking around there is a huge box of toilet tissue I bought from my
>supplier for the house, much cheaper than store bought and it is the same
>thing, but this box is in the way. "I know" said I, "I'll put these rolls
>somewhere in the house instead of having to come out here and dig around
>when we need to restock , too bad I didn't do that with the last box, but I
>really do need to find that oil and get that thing running. Hmm, but yeah ,
>getting this box of paper out of here makes sense though  and I'll find the
>oil later, so yeah I'm going to do that." So I put the tool chest down, my
>arms were tired anyway, and grab on to that huge box and carry it into the
>house saying, "Honey? Where can I put this toilet paper? I want to keep it
>in here somewhere." We had a spare shelf on the top of our laundry room
>closet, of course we did because everything that use to be in it, was
>probably in the garage right? Right. Anyway, so I get a stool and we hand
>off relay the rolls up yonder, dusting hands off and jumping down off the
>stool I say "There that's done!" Off to the garage with a large, now empty
>cardboard box. I think to myself, "Now, that oil, where is that oil?
>Oh  but hey. You know what? This box I got is a good and sturdy one
>and  would be good to store some stuff in! But, I got to find that
>blasted  oil bottle, well maybe I'll find it when I load up this here empty
>box with stuff!" So off to the workbench I go and find some box of
>electrical parts, some rolls of wire, some other doodads and before you
>know it the box is full. "Well now hmmm. Where can I put it?" I asked. "Ah.
>I'll put it under the workbench on the storage shelf way to the right. Yep
>that's the spot, oh but wait! She's got a  15 gallon storage can for bird
>seed under there. Well I'll move it." Crunch, crunch, I hear, and I find
>bird seed has been spilt and drizzled on the floor from the weird feeder
>funnel thing she has. "My, my, my, this won't do. I need to vacuum this
>mess up. But that oil. It's got to be around here somewhere and  if that
>thing don't run, I'll need some time to work on it. Hmmm I better clean
>this mess up first though." I say. And so I  needed to find the shop vac.
>"Where did I put that shop vac now? Hmm. Oh yes it is right over on the
>other wall of the garage." I got the shop vac and  think. "Sure would be
>nice if I had the hose extensions so I wouldn't have to crawl around on the
>ground using my hand as a human shop vac shroud, oh well I don't know where
>they are, I'll find them later." I fire up the vacuum and  off I go.  With
>the mess cleaned up, the box ready to store under the bench, I see more
>mess is under the bench and "Hey! Here's the little rack thingy to hold all
>the shop vac attachments! Wow cool! I've wondered where that went!" I think
>to myself, "Geez if I had this hung somewhere I probably wouldn't have had
>to crawl around on the ground a minute ago. I'll hang it up on the peg
>board. That's what I'll do alright! Ah shoot. Should I do this? I need that
>oil to mix the gas to get the digger running? Hmm. Decisions, decisions,
>hmmm I'll hang this up, and it will only take a minute." So I remembered I
>had some peg hooks around somewhere, oh yeah I remembered they were in a
>tool box, so I find the hooks, hang the rack and smile with accomplishment.
>"Hey. What's this on the work bench right below the rack I just hung and
>behind the florescent lights I was suppose to hang up a year ago? Oh hey!
>Why it's the pipe attachments for the shop vac I could have used a minute
>ago when I was crawling around on the floor! Well. I'll just hang them up
>now and find the rest of the shop vac attachments too and it's done then.
>But well, yeah, that oil, that oil is beginning to grind my gears, but, no
>time like the present so I better take a second and hang up the attachments
>so I can find them when I want them." So I find some of the shop vac
>attachments , hang them up, rest my hands on the bench top and notice,
>"Hey! The top of the work bench? You know the part that you can actually
>see at this point? It's pretty dirty. I'll grab one of the attachments and
>vacuum it off, yeah that's what I'll do. But Brad, the oil, it isn't up
>here Brad, you know that Brad. Yeah self?  well self, I'm vacuuming this
>thing off first OK Self? I do hope that is alright with you Self". I tend
>to argue with myself, it saves my wife a lot of grief not arguing with her
>over things.  So vacuuming away I go and think, "As long as I'm vacuuming
>this part, I might as well clean the rest off the bench top and vacuum it
>too".  Needless to say, the little bottle of oil was found after I had
>cleaned the entire garage, well nearly anyway. I was so far into cleaning
>it now I wasn't about to quit. So the first thing I set out to do was the
>last thing I wound up doing. I did mix up the gas, fired up the diggger in
>a couple pulls and did get all the stuff set out for the sale in time plus
>a cleaner garage.
>
>This sort of thing seems to happen in various areas of lie from time to
>time. Even in looking for something in the Word, a particular scripture and
>before you know it I'm looking up the Hebrew meaning in a dictionary and
>then that sparks a different question and another scripture look up and so
>on. And sooner or later the rabbit trail seems  to run  full circle back to
>the original  spot in search of the destination but with a clearer view.
>Some times these rabbit trails are a fun hunt and  are  valuable in getting
>loose ends tied up that need tying. Either that or I am  a slobbish ADDH
>person with lack of focus. Maybe that is a bad confession or something, but
>I  have a tendency to be in the middle of performing a song and find I'm
>thinking something like, "Hmm I wonder if I ought work on the garage or
>maybe get that office cleaned up and painted this week, and… hmmm what's
>the next line in the song I'm suppose to sing? Wait, where am I in the song
>anyway!" lol. Perhaps I rely too much on muscular memory, letting the mouth
>sing the song while  the head is off God knows where. Speaking of
>such,  Tomorrow is my first solo gig in a secular place, just me and my
>portable PA I've set up a total of three times now lol. So if you think of
>it, fold the hands in memory of that, I'd appreciate that thanks.
>
>Brad