I am having one of those days, or weeks, or lives

Egad, it has been a while hasn't it? Today is the first day I've been able to put more than one thought in my head and keep following it for more than 5 minutes.

Sort of. This whole thing started with a conversation I had with my daughter about how things must have been before microwaves. Oh, you have those conversations too? Only it's about running water. No, wait, that was me and the running water. It was her with the microwave.

I think.

Well, to get back to the theme of this blog (lots of swilling tea noises) sorry, it is a bit dry lately and I just got this new tea, it's red and kind of woodsy.....I've retyped that word three times now. And my concentration is kind of thin right now. Is that how you spell woodsy?

You know, that hint of outdoor campfires and green stuff, dirt and the threat of rain about to come down? Sorry, digression is my middle name. Really it's Ann but digress is what I really do best.

Where was I? Yes, I remember now, it was Miss Scarlet with the wrench in the conservatory. For those of us who did not grow up in mid-1900's England, the conservatory is the garden room. And boy was it warm and moist there.

Okay, back to what life was like before plumbing. Or Walmart equivalents. How did people figure out how to weave fabric for cloth? That whole process takes so much time and so many tools. And would you imagine getting linen from weeds? But we do.

Daughter's reply was God had to teach Adam and Eve in the Garden. And I have to agree. After all I did raise a pretty smart kid. Her brother is no slouch but he didn't have the chance to get in on that conversation. So, his wisdom will have to be saved for another day.

But this idea of talking with God is one of those ponder-ables that sift around in my head a lot. Lately, all sorts of things come into my head but you can't blame everything on the flu. I'd like to, but I can't with good conscious. You know, maybe I can. That would explain some of our local governments decisions. People at city hall have been dropping like flies since this flu thing went around. Hmmmm. That would make great local headlines. City Government Grounded by Goofy Flu Bug. I like it. It just might fly.

Okay, so this is incoherent, but the main thought of believing that God would take the time to explain how to weave cloth to anyone is pretty awesome.

Okay, so you explain how to get linen from flax and be willing to wear the result.

Time for my next cup of tea.