Earlier this week I announced I would begin renovating my chicken coop. In that post I also explained how the rhythm of physical work helps put me in the proper frame of mind to contemplate the deeper aspects of life.
I began working on the coop two days ago and the work has indeed provided some periods of intense, immersed rumination. Nonetheless, the work rhythm has also conjured forth some fairly empty-headed reflections and memories.
For example, as I was repairing the exterior brick today, the incredibly dippy yet somehow still humorous song "The Daves I Know" by Bruce McCulloch of The Kids in the Hall fame mysteriously bobbed up to the surface of my mind.
I'm trying to have profound thoughts and what do I get? I get "The Daves I Know". I think God likes toying with me sometimes, albeit in a fun, good-natured kind of way.
So, here is the song ( if you don't already know it).
Enjoy . . . and sorry.
I began working on the coop two days ago and the work has indeed provided some periods of intense, immersed rumination. Nonetheless, the work rhythm has also conjured forth some fairly empty-headed reflections and memories.
For example, as I was repairing the exterior brick today, the incredibly dippy yet somehow still humorous song "The Daves I Know" by Bruce McCulloch of The Kids in the Hall fame mysteriously bobbed up to the surface of my mind.
I'm trying to have profound thoughts and what do I get? I get "The Daves I Know". I think God likes toying with me sometimes, albeit in a fun, good-natured kind of way.
So, here is the song ( if you don't already know it).
Enjoy . . . and sorry.
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