For the last two years, we’ve had a friend that comes to visit us around this time of year.  His name is Einstein.  We know Einstein has arrived when we start hearing a a non-rhythmic tapping on our garage window.  It actually sounds like he’s throwing rocks at our window, but actually he’s throwing his entire body against the window.

He starts up in the tree or sitting on the fence beside our garage and then appears to fly full force into the window.  He then lands on the electrical box beside the window and looks a

little bewildered, uncertain as to why he can’t make it through the window.

Then he flies back over to the fence as if he’s reconsidering his options, his approach, his speed or something, and in a minute or two, wham he tries it again.

Another Einstein once said, “The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.”

I cannot tell you HOW MANY WAYS this little guy’s reminds me of myself my own life, and my feeble attempts to get things right.  I know this much, my head hurts from crashing into the window.

So . . . . can you relate to Einstein?