Zen

Several years ago, my old coworker Keith got one of those really nifty, table conversational-piece sized Zen garden thingies, complete with all the sand, several rocks, a comb, and this rake thingie.

Yeah, there was another coworker who, even with Keith's zen garden, still managed to drive his blood pressure up. High stress area, I tell ya. Anyways, the few who could play with the Zen garden... including me, would make our own designs.

Keith actually made an elaborate design worthy of being on the box cover.
Annie had made her own version, etc etc.

Really peaceful. Really nice. really Zen.

Me? I made it into a beachfront, made some bunkers, arranged the rocks oh-so-nicely, and put lil green army men in several locations. Keith said, "Now this is irony...and it could only come from Bum"

Well, keith had moved to another area, and with him, also went the neat zen thingie. So, one day, I was at Barnes and Noble, and they had one of those mini-pocket sized-like Zen garden thingies... and so ... viola... my own lil private Zen garden...complete with a lil green army man.

My Zen.