Is the Outside In?

Is the outside in or the inside out? I pose that improbable question to myself all of a sudden. I believe that the question is a version of the cosmic joke. Not everyone will get it, of course. But we know who they are. They are those that are not in the inner circle. N’est pas?

Jesus himself spoke in riddles, as do all enlightened human beings.

This Saturday December morning I am in disarray. The entire kitchen bar is covered in cookies, containers, miscellany that somehow got there all by itself. But I am the one that will have to restore order.

Order is not something that human beings are good at, unless they are anal. Perfectionists worship at the altar of the unattainable and are never disappointed to not ever complete any job. That is because their definition of a job is something that you have to do perfectly.

Okay, you are catching on. It is a silly Saturday morning here and I have resolved to get my ducks in a row because, you guessed it, I am anal.

I am one of these people with never a hair out of place and yet cannot drive on the freeway. I am never late for anything, ever, and yet I am too early for everything, therefore.

Ha ha ha ha ha.

Vicki Woodyard