Secondly, it occurs to The Equuschick that she hasn’t (to her memory anyway) done a Brainy Fridays post completely devoted to the subject of the OCD Busybrain. This isn’t because the subject doesn’t apply to the Dread Pirate Grasshopper but rather because The Equuchick feels particularly exasperated and frustrated by this subject. As she tells Shasta, she frequently feels as if she’s raising Howard Hughes.
Lunchtime. You set the table for lunch with three IDENTICAL plates. The Dread Pirate Grasshopper will scan these three identical plates, make a specific selection (based on who knows what) and if his particular selection is not respected, well, let’s just say that lunch time ends up being less than pleasant.
This is not an occasional scenario. This is every day. And it is breakfast and supper as well as lunch.
There is no matter so small that the Dread Pirate Grasshopper does not have an opinion on it, and one he’s willing to die for at that. The trouble is that he is one of those people who come into the world with not so much expectations, as Specifications. There is a way that things SHOULD be. And when the world does not meet these specifications, it is WRONG.
The Equuschick is definitely over the wringing-her-hands stage on this one. She’s reached the could-someone-just-throw-her-in-the-river-already stage. She knows what she needs to explain the Dread Pirate Grasshopper, Terry Pratchett says it quite well. “There isn’t a way things should be. There’s a way things are, and there’s what we do.”
But she’s been trying to explain this to him for over four years. Is there any hope?
Last but not least, as an explanation for this week’s delay and as food for the soul as well as the brain, do you recall this post where we remarked on the sweetness of life?
On the Sunday morning that began this very week, one of the shepherds of the congregation was there in the morning as his hale, hearty, and cheerfully energetic self. Scare ten years older than the Headmaster and with his oldest grandchild no more than ten, he collapsed with a brain aneurysm that afternoon and was gone by 10 pm.
For him we scarce can mourn at all, he has gone home. But please keep his family in your prayers as they mourn this sudden loss.
Shasta went to the visitation late yesterday afternoon and The Equuschick had intended to pop over to the Common Room upon his return to schedule this post, but Shasta, the Pipsqueak and JennyAnyDots waited in line for over four hours before they finally made it through the crowd. When they left, a crowd was still behind them. They were folks who were paying their respects past 11 pm.
May we all strive to be as well remembered, and as sure of where we’re going.