Whack A Mole!! Remember playing that game at the state fair? It's the one where you pay to beat the heck out of those darn critters popping out of their holes. Easy game, right? Certainly seems easier than tossing a ring on a fish bowl. Or shooting hoops with a basketball slightly larger than the diameter of the rim (they failed to mention that little detail). Yup... should be a piece of cake! Handing over your money, with a slightly cocky smirk, you brace yourself for the bell to ring indicating "game on"! There's the first one! With a large, plush mallet gripped tightly in your hand, you hit the mole so that he retreats back into his hole. One down. Oops.. there's another.. and another.. and another! They're popping up all over and in rapid succession! And hitting has now turned into smashing! Your smirk has given way to a deeply furrowed brow set with a mix of determination and frustration because you haven't been able to get every one. Another sounding bell and game over. Try as you might, you found this game wasn't as easy as you thought it would be.
And that, dear friends, is life! Right now I am playing my own version of Whack A Mole... trying to handle a million things at once, hoping to eliminate each one with expediency. It's the reason why it's been eleven days since I last posted anything. I feel bad about that. So, I'm sending out a river of sunflowers to you. To thank you for your patience! To thank you for following me! To thank you for being my ray of sunshine!