And so the grand tour begins. We have chosen a new ride for the next leg of our journey and just to make sure that all things are new we have chosen a brand new driver to guide our chariot through the hills and curves lying in the path of a new, unknown destination. A driver, untested, a vehicle unknown, and we did not even bother to ask if someone had a map. I hope our new leader knows how to drive a stick.
I have not been as active on my blog as I have been in the past and I thought at first that I had become wondering-deficient. It was not until I stepped away from the great carnival that occurs in the U.S. every four years ( there is a lesser one every two years for those who suffer withdrawals ) that I realized my process of ” wondering why” had not disappeared it had merely been inundated with sloppy political brew. Upon that realization and having taken an “everyday life” shower to rid myself of the cloying scent of ” election projection” I experienced a sort of “wonderment revival”, and felt the need to speak out and be heard, to be laughed with and at, and to attempt clarification of the biological and literalogical? conundrum involving taste, smell, good and well. What the hell, here we go and lets all hope this turns out swell!
We all know that our overall sense of taste depends a great deal on our sense of smell, right? So that means that if we do not smell good then of course our food will not taste good. Or in other words if we do not taste good then we are not smelling well. If this happened to me, should I then go to my Dr. and ask her to taste me so as to determine if I was well enough to smell, or would that only indicate that smelling good was merely a precursor to tasting good or would I really be visiting the wrong office? Since tasting good is really not the puzzle I was hoping to solve; since eating was the thing I wanted involved, I think I’ll tackle (football season in America) the problem from another direction.
I wish to eat and I want to enjoy my dinner. I want my food to taste good. If that is to occur then I must smell well. Do I need to go back to the Dr. who can tell me if I smell well enough to taste good, or does she even care, just as long as I don’t smell so bad that she can stand to be close enough to tell if I indeed do smell well.[ BTW Can a Dr. tell if you are well by the way you smell? I only know one way to smell and that is through my nose and if that is not good enough to tell, oh well!]
Huh! So far I still have not eaten , I do not know if the food tastes, let alone smells, good , or well ; I don’t even know if I am well enough to tell, and if I were to tell the Dr. that she smells well, would she ever see me again ? Or would I have to wait until I tasted good enough to smell well then make another appointment or should I take chance that I will taste well enough to smell my way to the restaurant and just make a reservation ? If I made a reservation would anybody come? If it smelled good maybe?……….. Should I ask the Dr. to marry me ?
I happened across a news article today that intrigues me. It seems that a legally armed man who, upon witnessing another man carrying a set of golf clubs and recognizing the clubs as a set stolen from him a few days earlier, displayed his weapon and forced the alleged perpetrator to the ground. ( The news article did not mention what action occurred after this event, but I assume the police were summoned. )
I have my own opinion as to whether or not the gentlman took the appropriate measures to retrieve his property but I am not writing this piece to discuss my views on gun control.
The things about this incident that fascinate me are the comments made by other readers. There were several thoughts expressed that indicated the authors disbelief that a man would react so vehemently over “just a set of golf clubs”.
Just a set of golf clubs. We do not know what this set of clubs meant to the original owner. We can express our opinion about whether or not they were retrived in a socially correct manner. The one thing that we do know is that these golf clubs belonged to the original owner and NOBODY else had ANY right to possess them.
One commenter even said that the original owner was a “fool” to leave his golfclubs anywhere that another person could pick them up because “thats what happens”. ( I have my own thoughts about that persons character and moral fibre. )
BTW: Does anyone have feelings of pity for the thief due to the embarrassment he must have experienced from this episode ?
Why are so many Americans ready to give over the power it takes to run the U.S. to a man who posesses no discernible manners and whose only attribute seems to be the ability to accumulate, though not necessarily keep, money ?
Far below where the common-folks go
Are basements and caverns and holes
Barred and chained at the top
Meant to keep prying eyes out
For the safety
of the wives and children
But curiosity kills the cat
So crafty minds pick and pry
Try to loosen chains
and unlock locks
And attempt to peek
behind the walls
That forbid the seeing.
When the maelstrom rises
And dismay abounds
When the dust has settled
And order resounds
The clear eyed sleuth
Can then clearly tell
The abyss was secured
From below, from hell.
I am finding that while I sometimes think that I have some insight into the human condition and how the passage of time and the circumstances of life affects people , and enjoy the process of putting these feelings into words; I am horrible at taking my own advice. I do not transition well . ( That IS a verb, isn’t it ? ) lol ; )
I am finding lately that anger can be a useful tool in weeding the rows of ones life.
I am also finding that it is a tool that becomes difficult to set aside when the pruning has been done.