Two Roads Diverged . . .

Today I was just in time to submit my drama class ad for the weekend paper. Ten more minutes and . . . Why do I always leave things to the eleventh hour? To make things worse, I took the wrong copy with me (the flyer edition, not the classified). They were similar though, so between the copy I had and my memory of what I was supposed to have I came out all right. At least it's gone, finished and out of my hands now. Hopefully it works - or I'm out of pocket. They really skin you for advertising these days.

I was thinking today - how many choices we make that irreversibly alter (or shape if you like, as you can't alter something that hasn't happened) the shape of our lives. Robert Frost offered an improbably simplistic scenario in his poem 'The Road Less Travelled'. There were two roads, each clear, distinct and simultaneously in view. Makes for a good poem, and perhaps in some peoples lives there are moments like that. But it is not the norm. There are multiple tracks, small and often unclear, some so well hidden that we miss them entirely. We sometimes see only one, but just a few minutes away there could be five more. And though we can guess where one or another might lead us to, appearances are often decieving; the paths usually vanish quickly around a bend anyway.

In other trivia from my life, I mowed the church lawns today for the first time in a month or more. Now this should have been an unremarkable event. However the [censored] person who'd been mowing while I was away decided to raise the level of the [impolite term removed] lawn mower. This doesn't sound like a heineous sin in itself, but the result was a lawn that is now used to growing fairly long. And it's not supposed to do that. In fact The Boss wants it very short. So. I took the lovely green (long) lawn and hacked at it with a [edited for younger viewers] antiquated mower that was quite possibly used by Captain Cook, until the lush lawns were transformed into something that looked suspiciously like a used battle field. And how many times did the [strong language deleted] catcher have to be emptied? Not twice, no that would be normal. Not four times, which would have been surprising. Not seven times, that would have annoyed me greatly. But - Nine - [expunged for your safety] - Times. Ah yes. I hope the drama class comes off.