ELECTRICAL POWER FAILURE---INMATE ESCAPES

It was just another morning at work. Following a customer's instructions, I had finished a logo depicting three cowboys holding bricklayer's tools high in the air while sitting on horses (I'm not making this up) to be printed with text and phone number on tee shirts.  I saved the art and then sent it to my printer.  Suddenly everything went black.  Alarms went off all over the building as computer power source backups kicked in.  No electricity.  The boss was gone on vacation.  He was phoned.  His instructions were for everyone possible to take an early lunch.

From the darkness in the office I could see blue sky and golden trees out the window.  I thought I could save the boss even more employee pay.  I took the rest of the day off.

I hurried home,  jumped into some blue jeans, jammed a baseball cap on my head, grabbed my bike (yes, I keep it in the house…remember, no garage) and hurried out the door.

 Up the hill I went--

--past the harvested grain fields; now planted with winter wheat and getting a drink from a huge center-pivot sprinkler.

 On I continued past thousands of acres of emptied potato fields.

 Then down the road by new potato cellars 
recently packed to the ceilings with harvest.

 I passed old spud cellars being used for storage of excess harvest or farm equipment.

I went east until--

--I came to this sign.  I was on my street bike and a long way from town.  

This day was probably the very last of such perfect weather, but I was sweaty and thirsty and out of road.  Hadda go home and face housework.

After enlightenment—the laundry.

Zen proverb