A Morning Tale

Life is full of ironies. For example, yesterday I wrote about how much I love sleep. And I do. But then last night I was up til well past midnight because...I couldn't sleep! Typical. Even worse is the fact that I woke up before 8am, because I am not a morning person. But I was lying there, dozing, and I started thinking about snowboarding and how much I desperately want to do it this season, money or no money, I just want to get up there on the slopes a few times, when suddenly my eyes popped wide open as I remembered that my beautiful Burton Nicola Thost signature board was lying in the back of my sister's truck, and that truck (which had seen far, far better days) had given up the ghost at last and been hauled away to a charity that takes used cars, only I didn't know if anyone had happened to notice that my board was in the back! I leaped out of bed in an absolute panic (which is not at all how I like to start my mornings, as a rule), and ran down the stairs, all the while with visions of my board either getting destroyed at a junkyard, crunched up inside this truck (oh Lord have mercy), or else of some happy person on the charity crew discovering my board in the trunk ("Hey guys, take a look at what I found!"). Neither scenario was acceptable! Although I suppose, as a Christian, I should be happy if I somehow manage (however inadvertently) to bring happiness to others, but darn it, what about MY happiness this time?

I found the board leaning up against the outside wall of our garage. Crisis averted.

There should be a moral to this story, but it's too early for me to think of one.