Open door policy

I saw that Sarah Palin is still featuring on Fox – talk about news junkies with an addiction! I heard her saying that she doesn’t know whether she will run for President in 2012 or not, that she just asks God not to let her pass an open door. I wished some door would open for me.

The garbage man came this morning. It was a two bin day – garbage and recycling. Always a highlight of the week. I walked out of the house to go to work and noticed that the fine garbage man must have had an off morning and quite a bit of our rubbish, had missed his glorious garbage truck and was now spread about our footpath. So I picked it up and brought the wheelie bins back to their little home against the side fence.

I thought more about Sarah’s open door policy as I drove to work. I always ask the Big Whatever to just take me somewhere I will be happy. Obviously not working all that well. Maybe time to adopt a more “unlock the door and let me in” attitude.

I arrived at work and found that outside the front door a newspaper had quietly settled itself, page beside page. A number of staff had already walked passed it, over it, but all those lunch times spent picking up litter under the menacing glare of the  Sisters of No Mercy kicked into memory and I set to picking up the paper.

It was then that I started to think that maybe The Big Whatever was opening a door for me – garbage collection. I have always leaned towards a job with a leaf blower – I really like those things. The power of blowing leaves and various detritus about seems like a good gig from where I sit, with no window. I could probably master working with one of those little spike things and stabbing various bits of rubbish. No sure how I would go mastering a truck with a hydraulic arm though, and left hand drive as opposed to our usual right hand drive vehicles. I am not all that coordinated – yes folks the Flamingo Dancer cannot catch a ball! Shame, horror. I have so much need for ball skills in life too…

What if this is the only door that is coming my way? What if that is it and here I am dissing it off? Will I get to the Great You Know Where and find the door shut and when I ask “Why?” will I get the answer, “Well I opened a door once for you, what more do you want?” When will I know what is the right door and what is just delusion?