Monday, June 27, 2022

Again, Doing Something

I'm supposed to be trying to think of something, but I'm not.  Well, I'm thinking of something, just not trying.  Trying is apparently not required.

Maybe I'm supposed to be thinking of something else.  If so, I'm not doing that, either.  Whoops... just did.

Sunday, June 26, 2022

Horological Heist

That thief, Monday, has stolen time from the weekend, again.  All the proof needed comes from looking at the clock.  Why are weekdays so greedy?

Saturday, June 25, 2022

Green and Sweaty

As dry as it's been the last couple of weeks, the green corn would probably be brown.  Still, it's the time of year when the old timers built the brush arbors.  Nobody does it any more.  The last one I remember seeing was over on Westwood Drive, north of Highway 80.  

Air conditioning all but eliminated outdoor activities in the summer in the south.  After the brush arbors, I remember seeing tents a time or two.  It's probably been over a decade since I've seen one of those.

We've probably lost something important.  I don't know what it was, but sweating ain't it, though.  No one remembers anything important, anymore.

Friday, June 24, 2022

Are There Acorns in Space?

Sitting on this couch, in my little house, on my small plot of land... on this pale blue dot suspended in a sunbeam, all seems insignificant, yet, impossibly unlikely.  If a tree were to suddenly be rocketed into space, with no one to watch it fly, it would be no less insignificant, nor more unlikely than all of us being right where we are right now, at this point in the universe.  Well, except to the squirrels who just became astronauts.

Thursday, June 23, 2022

Great Job, As Usual

Planetary alignment was clearly visible this morning.  Pretty cool with the crescent moon in the middle.  It made me think of something else. "That'll be cool to blog," I thought.  But, now, I can't remember what it was.

There was something else, too.  I remember distinctly thinking, "There are 3 things I need to remember."  Great job, Tony!

Wednesday, June 22, 2022

Here and Away

Escapism will always draw big numbers.  Who doesn't want to go somewhere else once in a while?  Elsewhere beats here and now, from time to time.

No travel is required, either.  TV does it.  Music does it.  You can get out without leaving your own head.

Tuesday, June 21, 2022

Less Than a Quarter Mile at a Time

My old gravel dirt-road driveway is about 900' of bumps and dust.  I've driven that road every day for over 22 years.  Quick math says that's over 2,000 miles, but it's probably way more than that.  2k probably rolled over just going and coming from work.  No telling how much vehicle maintenance resulted from those bumpy miles.

Thousands of miles of my life have been spent on my own driveway.  Sounds significant.  I wish I'd looked around a bit more.