As I returned to work, everyone at work asked, "Have you received your call?" I answered, "Not yet." Then they ask that stupid question, "Why not?" So I answer with a stupid answer like, "An elephant was crossing the road the other day, saw the mail truck, went over, stepped on the postman, stuck his long trunk in the window of the truck, sucked out all the important mail, but none of the bills. He tasted the sweet aroma of our call, promptly ate it and let the postman live to deliver all the bills to you and me." That is as good a reason as any other one, right?
There is a young kid in my office at work who is from Mali. He continually asks if I received my call. He was converted a few months ago and was baptised. He is telling me that I am going to be sent to Timbuktu. I didn't know that Timbuktu was in Mali but it is... It is a place that no one knows it's location, and we are always referring to Timbuktu. (I didn't even know how to spell it.)
I anxiously wait for the mail to be delivered each day, expecting it daily. Bonnie is sure it won't come until either Wednesday or Friday. But when week after week goes by, I start wondering if it will ever come. Maybe they have lost the papers? Maybe an elephant did actually come? Maybe we are not supposed to go?
It is sure interesting to track and monitor where the mind takes us in this circumstances. So many thoughts pass through the mind, all trying to give peace to it. Last night I had upsetting dream after nightmare, after scary dream, after worrisome dream. I guess I was not peaceful during the sleeping hours. Don't know the reason why, other than this constant pressure, yet not pressure, just the not knowing. Would that cause the kind of night I had last night? Who knows?
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