I am writing this on a Sunday and it turns out, it's sunny; it's a Sunday. Just heard the Sun is 500 billion years old. Must be the candles on the cake making all that heat. It's 93 million miles away from the Earth, and 100 times larger. Imagine the Earth as a golf ball and the Sun as a Mini Cooper. The Sun is an old giant ball of hydrogen gas.
After reading the first paragraph you might be thinking, contrary, if you're a regular Scrawlins reader, to what you've assumed until now, that I'm one smart full of information fella. Don't think that. I'm not. I just happened to hear those sun statistics on a television show I was listening to while I stretched earlier this morning.
Aren't Sunday mornings in Vermont fantastic? I just used my underwear to clean the tops of my heat registers in my bedroom, and had a great time doing it. It's so clear and cool and sunny outside that I want to clean all day. I want to clean dirt that barely exists, mostly just because, it's sunny, and it's Sunday. Can you relate?
Yes, it's Sunday and it's sunny and it's feeling more fall like as the moments pass. I want to stay at the house all day, sit, and watch my tomatoes redden. But I can't, cause I'm working at the fair, as I have been the past eight days and nights, and I have to leave my house to go sit inside an overly air conditioned large industrial building for 10 hours. I'm not complaining, it's my job, and it's a good one, I'm simply telling you I've been very busy the past 10 days at the fair as an excuse for this column being particularly bland.
The column is due Monday mornings. I like to start the new one the day after, if I'm able. This week with 15-hour days, I've not been able to keep up with all my administration work, say nothing of trying much creative.
I might think I could have been writing while at my booth at the fair, but the number of folks who visit is large enough, and the frequency of the visits are close enough, that I haven't felt I could get much clean writing done. So here I'm scrambling on this sunny Sunday morning to blast out a first draft. I'll touch it again tonight at mid-night when I get home, and do the final pass on it before I send it Monday morning. All that being much less work it should take to pass to you a readable, sensible piece.
I have had a thought about what next weeks piece will contain, and I'm thinking it's one you might want to check in on, because it might (or might not) contain a big announcement.
Last week, a noted Vermonter stated his intentions regarding his employment. His announcement "shook-up" many of those who work in the same business, which set-off a flurry of activity within the local media.
Many of the noted Vermonter's peers, the ones who were shook-up, now find themselves the subject of news reports that contain their own future intentions regarding their employment.
All those announcements and media reports got me to thinking about the noted Vermonter's job, which the shook-up folks may or may not seek, and how I just might think about trying to seek it. So, with that said, I now have a week to put my thoughts together on whether my announcement will get my name included in the same news reports that the shook-up folks names have been in. We'll see.
Until then, have fun on Sundays when it's sunny, and even when it's not.
Rusty DeWees tours Vermont and Northern New York with his act "The Logger." His column appears weekly. He can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org. Listen for The Logger, Rusty DeWees, Thursdays at 7:40 on the Big Station, 98.9 WOKO or visit his website at www.thelogger.com