It took a while to calm down, what with impending destruction — nay, annihilation — my first waking thought, yet I did a little research regarding volume, psi and well depth and felt somewhat better, not that much of a seafood fan anyway.
You know that Bradbury story of time travel? As long as one stays on the path in the very distant past, it’s all good; a butterfly gets stomped; the return to the future finds a changed language; and kapow!
There must be a reason I am thinking about Bradbury. The moralist. Either that or I’m sixteen years old again. A couple things I’d like to go back and put a shoe to.
But I’m pretty much closer to the other end of time line, which makes it easier in a lot of ways. Except for range of motion, and I’m working on that, like a perpendicularity in the wind, and it’s the thought that counts.
Whacked a helluva swath of weeds and grass today, found nothing unusual to break my rhythm and reacquainted myself with minor chores that lay hidden, stumps and such that prevent me taking the mower in, and the bindweed that has migrated into the neglect. Cellulose makes for a decent adhesive until water is applied. However, an itch persists.
Waiting to hear, I dreamed I was working in a hospital again. I had forgotten my uniform. Not quite sure if it was scrubs or security. Should have checked to see what shoes I was wearing, white or black. It’s a good thing to be ready with either. You know... what if?
2 comments:
We do tend to accept "science" too quickly. When they throw in big words we are, at best, confused.
They seem to have somewhat figure out we've figured them out. "Better things through chemistry" doesn't have much ad frequency these days.
The solace when all this carbon footprint and other doom's day stuff comes our way from porky government grants is that the bible says no man knows how the end will occur. And the guy that said that is the better Physicist. He hasn't been seeking government grants for dubious research either.
There are times I'm absolutely amazed at the time frame of readers.
I've begun to notice time zones and dates lately, and qazooks but folks keep strange hours. KenP's last paragraph strikes the truth.
Aside: the following link comes from Blogger followers. Her About article illustrates a cooperative idea I fumbled to bring to you some time back.
http://graphicsfairyabout.blogspot.com/
'Tis the idea of cooperative artistic endeavors isn't new, forming one is the thing. Given your background in cooperative use of retail/artists, figured an on-line pay pal shopping cart would not exclude displaying your own stuff.
Or is artistic cooperation like herding cats?
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