So I’m sitting here in Panera Bread on a Saturday morning, squinting out the window at the beautiful day on tap, letting my mind wander while my blog page sits open on my laptop, trying to think about what to write. So I’m thinking, Why don’t I just sort of write as I think? Then I can do two things at once. And since I’m trying to learn the art of multi-tasking…there you go.

Thanks to all of you who wrote comments to encourage me the other day while I second-and-third-guessed myself. I am doing a bit better. It turns out that the symptoms of second-guessing-itis can be sharply reduced by ingesting several large glasses of a fruity alcoholic beverage. But I wouldn’t know; I don’t drink. It’s kind of a funny thought, though. (Aren’t you glad I’m writing what pops into my head?)

Speaking of that…if you haven’t read Sam’s recent post about enduring a worship service with AADD, you ought to (AFTER you finish reading this post, of course). It’s a great post, and whether or not you have any form of ADD, you’ll probably be surprised how much you relate. I was.

Yesterday, my family and I were grappling with a decision: do we go see Nim’s Island, or Leatherheads? The Wild One thought she was more in the mood to see Nim’s Island (now THAT’S irony for you). So we did. We should have seen Leatherheads. Oh, Nim’s had its good points, and I guess I would have liked it better if I were a 9-year-old girl or something. And even though critics think it’s Jodie Foster’s worst performance ever, I still thought she did a good job playing a neurotic. (Actually, that part was a bit disconcerting, because I sort of related. Has anyone seen my hand sanitizer?) I imagine we’ll probably go to see Leatherheads today, if for no other reason than to get Nim’s Island out of our heads.

Staring off at the blue sky again…that reminds me of a day trip we took a couple of weeks ago. Decided to drive 3 hours to Wichita, Kansas, just to say we’d been there. (If you’ve never been, save your gas. Oh, it’s not bad or anything, and they’ve got a cool arts/museum district right there at the river; just nothing eye-popping, nothing to write home about. My profound apologies to any potential readers from Wichita.)

Anywho, driving home at sunset was a treat that day. I don’t know what the evening sky looks like where you are, but here in the heartland of America it’s apparently a major sky-way for jet planes at cruising altitudes. It was one of those evenings where the planes draw lines in the sky, and they were criss-crossing everywhere. (When a huge jet is 35,000 feet in the air, it’s a mere speck, and sometimes you can’t even notice it unless it’s leaving that trail behind.) I think we counted about 15 jets criss-crossing the sky–and that was just on the western horizon. It was dusk, so we couldn’t see what was happening on the eastern side. But I would estimate that if we’d had super-powered eyesight, we could have pinpointed 40 planes or more in the sky at that very moment. Pretty cool. (Also makes you realize how significant an event it was to ground all the airplanes on 9/11.)

Can’t see any planes right now, though. A little hazy, and no lines in the sky. But they are there….dozens of them. Creepy.

Okay, that’s enough mind melding for today. I’ll be participating in Glenn’s synchroblog on Monday. Have a great weekend.

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Musician. Composer. Recovering perfectionist. Minister-in-transition. Lover of puns. Hijacker of rock song references. Questioner of the status quo. I'm not really a rebel. Just a sincere Christ-follower with a thirst for significance that gets me into trouble. My quest has taken me over the fence of institutional Christianity. Here are some of my random thoughts along the way. Read along, join in the conversation. Just be nice.