Dave Gullett

a miscellanea

Time to Act

Many things in life try us, test us, mold us in various ways.
These life experiences often define us.
They reveal the things we value, the things we revere, the things that
we assign priority to in our lives.
Often we are forced to reconcile our desire for one thing and our love
for something else.
These things often force us to make decisions, often before we believe
we are ready.
But once we act, we often see that the time was indeed right, the
moment had finally come to do that one thing that filled us with both
dread apprehension and rapt anticipation.
Today the time was right for me.
I had oft been on the cusp of acting, almost there, nearly going
forward, only to shrink back, to hold off, to consider it one more
time.
Just to be sure. To minimize the risk. To keep from making a fool of
myself. Again.
My instincts for such things are often lacking.
But today I acted.
I chose to move forward.
No matter the consequences.
Perhaps I waited to long.
Held back and missed my best opportunity.
Or maybe I should hold off, waiting for a more perfect moment.
But the idea of waiting leaves me feeling trepidatious.
So I will shrug off any doubt or indecision.
I may face a warm reception or a chilly disposition.
I don’t know what tomorrow brings.
But it was time. I know that for sure now.
Time.
To take the sun loving soft top off my Jeep
and put on the sturdy warm hard top for the winter.
The wind has a chill on it most days.
And the frost will soon be ice.
And though I love winter the warmth of spring seems far away.

Still Lost

After Thanksgiving dinner (turkey, sausage and wild rice dressing, whipped sweet potatoes, corn casserole, and tangy green beans), we all settled down for an intense weekend of Lost Season 2. It did not disappoint. (Neither the food or the entertainment) Believe the hype. Get Lost. But start at the beginning. It is worth it.

Discovery 2007

The information about the 2007 South East Asia Discovery trip is up at http://www.wysite.org/sites/Discovery. If you or anyone you know is interested in Bible Translation, Linguistics, Literacy or ESL this would be a fantastic opportunity for them. The trip also may meet internship requirements at certain universities. The value of experiencing a new part of the world…a new language and a new culture…is immense. Discovery trips are truly life changing.

There are many things….

a child of Ohio experiences growing up. Milestones by which the passing of time is marked, even though it moved so much more slowly back then. The holiday season…Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year’s. The first snow fall of the winter…and the first snowman and the first snow day off school. The dreariness of the cold winter drags on and on until Opening Day. Will the Reds do well this year? And spring progresses, school lets out. Summer blissfully progresses punctuated by the fireworks of the Fourth and the state and county fairs. The dreaded first day of school each fall. New school clothes. Football season starts…consuming most the populace. Then more often than not the disappointment of not watching the Reds go all the way. (though ’75 and ’76 were good years though I far was too young to remember them…and 1990 was nice as well) Autumn sets in, leaves fall, and festivals abound…for any good reason we can think of. And then sometime around the first frost the event that is the cornerstone for any God fearing Ohioan’s calender rolls by. And I don’t mean deer season…though I suppose that comes close. I can remember still, my father and grandfather sitting in the living room…focused intently on the screen. These were days before the digital effects wizardry, virtual stat and score boards. Instant replay was around to a point, but to truly know what was going on one had to actually pay attention. And I can remember the alternating triumphant cries and virulent curses hurled at Bruce and Cooper for their genius and their ineptitude. And I’m sure they both yelled at Woody when he lost (and he did his share of yelling too) They never got the chance to yell at Jim. They had no love for Bo, may they all rest in peace. And so its a small shame they aren’t around still…to see their favorite team beat its most hated rival for the fifth time in six years. They would have hooped and hollered and maybe even danced around a bit. Well…maybe not danced. But they would have been really, really happy.

My general inability to sit still…

…has struck again.

I have moved. Sort of. That is, I now sleep in a different state than I recently did, though it is the state in which I have been working in for the last year or so.
For all technical purposes I haven’t moved…
Consider this a non-vacation home.
Or a subtle invasion.

No more daily exodus across the river for work.
Now I go back across for fun.
And coffee.
Among other things.

Maybe I will consider myself now an expat residing in a foreign land.
Though I have already been declared a traitor.
(at least it isn’t that goofy mitten state)

I have a horrible commute now.
At least 30 seconds of walking.
Barely enough time to sip my coffee twice.
Ah…the trials we face.
How ever will I cope?