Running Through Sprinklers

Remember running through sprinklers as a kid? Remember the rush of excitement as you approached, the thrill and wild sense of abandonment as you leaped through, hands in the air, eyes blinking, smile from ear to ear?

What if someone had told you that you could one day grow up and be a professional "Sprinkler Runner"?
Because it turns out you can.
I did it all day.

Let me explain:
Here on Molokai, water, as everywhere else, and especially here on the west end, is very precious. The conditions here are naturally those of a desert climate the which Miller Molokai has turned into a little oasis of tropical delights. These delights can not begin to be satiated by the infrequent clouds bursts that God gives forth. That's where the sprinklers come in; miles and miles of underground tubing, piping above ground, various spickets, sprockets, and spouts raining out the necessary H2O that nourishes the most beautiful landscape that surrounds me.

All of these said sprinkling accoutrements are coordinated by an electronic box which appears as strange and mysterious a control panel as found on the starship enterprise.

Our job here, as the caretaker, is to turn on the sprinklers (beep, bop, boop) and walk (skip, jump, leap) through them all to make sure they are working properly. There is always, always, always something wrong with the sprinklers and we are always, always, always finding ourselves head first in the gushing water trying to fix the problem.

This would be annoying except for the fact that we LOVE running through sprinklers. We LOVE the muddy ground that squishes up between out toes, the tickle of droplets on the skin, the cooling mist on our face

I wonder how different our life path would have been if someone had asked us as a child; "What do you want to be when you grow up? Do you want to be a doctor, a lawyer or would you like to run through sprinklers all day?"