The Stowaway

 

As I lay in bed last night, I tried to think of what I might write about when I got up in the morning and opened my Blog.  While I was trying to isolate a single thought, an idea popped into my head.

That surprised me a little.  I wasn’t expecting an idea.  I viewed that idea as a little stowaway.  It had snuck onto my train of thought.  It had not gone through the proper procedure and it didn’t have a ticket.  Where had it come from?

How did it get past the door?  There are usually things in place stopping random thoughts, like in a court of law.  There are objections.  It is the objections standing at the entrance keeping things out.  “Sorry, but you are inadmissible.”

Maybe this sneaky idea was an exception, like an excited utterance.   Suddenly the thought occurred to me that perhaps there was more than just a single idea.  Could there be others?  I no longer seemed to have a solid train of thought.  These stowaways had derailed my thinking.  It wasn’t just an idea, now it was a small boat full of defectors, escaping a bad situation.  Where was I going with all this?

Could it be that I was the excited utterance?  Before she was my wife, had she blurted out to her family at the dinner table, “Oh by the way, I met someone.”

Suddenly I was the one without a ticket hoping to gain admission into this family.  I was a thought, an idea, and her parents were the ones with the objections.   I was the stowaway who had snuck into her thoughts.

I don't think I like where this is going.