A reason to glaze one’s eyes
Where were you a decade ago? A half century? I can answer both of those questions. Seriously, does anybody care about the answers to those questions? Probably it’s more important to focus on where you were earlier today (I went for groceries). Or, where you will be in a few days time (getting home from work, at a guess). Life is much easier to plan, now.
Try explaining what life was like to a “nearly grown” child, and watch their eyes glaze over. They don’t need a historical perspective on things. And yet, I hold my history close to my heart. A lot of good times, etc. Now, I take a different tack on things. I really should get started on a good book (either reading or writing). Getting past that end of the first page point where things start to get interesting.
Spend some time watching the dog on his hilltop this afternoon. He’s established a series of trails, and a lookout near the summit where he can announce his presence to the world at large. I wonder if dogs reflect on such things, come summer, or if they just wait for the next good food moment. When our dog arrives at the foot of the bed at the same time each weekend morning, is that due to planning, or a response to hunger? He’s not telling.
Our prime minister has decided to push for “the expulsion of Russia from the G8”> How (self) important is this man. Does he believe that the other partners in the photo-op crowd take him seriously? If he decides to make his point by quitting, will the others even notice?
