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A Goal of Sorts

So this is off topic a bit from my normal ramblings on the life and happenings of the Laureles community but something hit me the other day as I was brooding silently in a corner. I'm getting old. I'm 28 and neither as spry and energetic nor as mentally dextrous as I used to be, that I know to be for certain. More importantly there are a lot of meaningless goals that I have set out for myself to accomplish and the clock is ticking. Goals like learning German, taking up piano, writing a book, owning a railroad and floating a "Huck Finn"-like raft down the mighty Susquehanna. This revelation of my impending mortality and complete lack of meaning in life then spurned me to start acting on these goals before I reach 35 and all hope is lost. Thus I've decided to open a railroad between La Ceiba and the Garbage Dump, we'll call it the "Trash Train" and we'll offer on-board promotion of recycling and conservation. Ok, that's not really where my mind went - it actually started thinking about all the older Mennonites and even lots of older Non-Mennonites that I know and their beautiful ability to recall word for word and note for note the songs in our hymnals. I've always been envious of the skill, I wish someone had taken the time to teach me the hymns when I was young, I wish the Mennonite Church still had the custom of sending their children to "Singing School", I wish I had taken interest in this before the majority of my synapses stopped firing. Nevertheless, I am not a slave to my past, other people's decisions or my own brain's lack of gumption; I've decided to memorize the various Mennonite Hymnals starting with that awful Blue version and working my way backwards. I already know HWB#1 - What Is This Place...anyone care to join me on the Trash Train to Mennonite Bliss?


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