Tuesday, May 09, 2006

Just Call Me Monk

It is 11 AM, and I am only now able to get on blogger.com to write a blog. Sorry!

I have been associated at times with Monk (the TV detective), and I admit to being pretty persnickety about some things. For instance, clutter just makes me feel unsettled and uncomfortable.

And weeds -- I can't stand weeds. I dig the flower beds and I plant what I want. The weeds were not invited. But they are so persistent about being there. And so, you will find me a couple of times a week, down on my knees, finding extreme pleasure in murdering those invaders of my space.

Then there is hair in the ears. This is a fairly new problem for me. Since hair did not grow on my ears for 40+ years, I became quite used to that. Now I suddenly have hair growing where it never had before. Maybe it has simply transferred from a little higher up on the head. But I don't like its new location. And while no one else probably notices it, it drives me crazy. So, I get after them with the tweezers. Just like pulling weeds -- I want to win this battle.

And eyebrows. What's the deal there? For decades, my eyebrows grew to a certain length and apparently either stopped or fell out. Now? Well, now I have to trim them or they would probably grow to 6 or 8 inches.

So I got to thinking (uh-oh): I want to become as finicky about unwanted stuff that is growing in my heart as I am about weeds and unwanted hair on my ears and eyebrows. In fact, I need to be obsessive about that!


Beverly Ross said...

I love your 'monkish' little ways - most of the time - ha! Thanks for taking care of our weeds!

randy said...

And there is good reason to eliminate what does not belong. Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom. And we, who with unveiled faces all reflect the Lord's glory, are being transformed into his likeness with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit.