I’m standing at my desk on the second floor of my house.
I’m probably up around 27 feet in the air (sorry to my metric fans – construction still tends to work in feet and inches!).
When I look out I can’t quite see the edge of the 12 foot deck we are constructing at the back of the house.
What angle is my vision accessing?
I can look out my window and see green grass, brown dirt and beautiful sky.
That’s beautiful.
Meanwhile the farmers want the rain to stop so they can harvest. Oil workers trucks are coated with mud. Mosquitos continue to appear.
Some would say that is an interruption of beauty.
Depends on your perspective. Farmers are still farming, oil workers have a job and the mosquitos are doing their job.
All on this beautiful earth.
Today we begin, in earnest – or is that surely, or perhaps . . . (just being gender inclusive!)
Our town gave us permission to build decks onto our house. In a desire to do this right, we asked my brother to give us a hand – or more rightly, two hands, strong shoulders, able feet, etc. . . .
The lumber arrived yesterday. We built flooring for under the front deck with pallets – not of the artistic painter type or the culinary taste type – but actually from the wood type: pine, oak, cedar . . .
And enough of the . . . Onward to the rest of the day. Let’s see what it holds . . .
Well, we moved across the street.
We are living in a newly renovated 1939 “farm house”. The trim is not all done, there are decks to put on, but overall, the structure is sound and up-to-date.
I woke up on Saturday morning, staring at a ceiling with crown moulding. Except I thought I was hovering in the room looking down at baseboards on a white floor.
That’s perspective for you. Sometimes upside down is the right side up.
Meanwhile, some left over projects are awaiting my attention. Sermons, books, lectures and much more.
Off I go, into the upside down world around me . . .