What is the most important thing to carry with you all the time?
Carrying water is an expression.
It’s a bit old fashioned and a bit odd. In some iterations it is very Zen.
You may carry your own water or do so for someone else. Valuing who you are, you carry your own water. In service to others, you do so for them.
You find the quality of your life in the carrying.
Scour the news for an entirely uninteresting story. Consider how it connects to your life. Write about that.
Back to work isn’t happening for me. It’s one of the positives of retirement.
A return to the office is therefore not in the cards either. Irony is, however, always timely.
Zoom, the annoying and helpful tool that helps meetings happen when in person isn’t going to, ordered the dreaded RTO.
The only qualifier that doesn’t qualify here is that this is far from an uninteresting bit of news.
If you could bring back one dinosaur, which one would it be?
I always loved the dinosaurs that occupy the AMNH.
As a child, I loved visiting the giant beasts and the big whale.
Years later, I spent many a productive evening in the great halls with little Danny. In his childhood, as he is in adulthood, he was always a scientific guide. It was a real treat when his mom entrusted him to me for a trip to the museum.
All that said, I see no useful purpose to bringing the TRex or any of his pals back. Not even the herbivores.
Dogs or cats?
As of this writing, I have not made a choice of which is the superior pet.
It seems like dogs engage with you more. They want to be petted. Cats often act as if we are a nuisance when we go to stroke their fur.
Of course, both the dog and the cat provides us with companionship.
Conclusion: let’s keep one of each.
Are you seeking security or adventure?
Adventureland was my favorite go-to as a child. I would happily drag my parents there every chance they gave me.
As a teen, I visited the World’s Fair so often it started to feel like home. My exploration of the place gave me security.
Adventure once you take to it can begin to feel familiar.
What do you think gets better with age?
Love grows and ages well.
When we are lucky enough to experience it.
The term we use when we experience horrific destruction is ‘Acts of God’. It’s a term of convenience for insurance agents who don’t want to fund natural disasters.
Sometimes, in a more neutral frame of mind, we blame Mother Nature. As if your mama would inflict that upon you.
Of course, the God-fearing among us still turn to prayer when unthinkable catastrophe hits.
I, as usual, turn to a favorite atheistic catchphrase: God has a lot to answer for.
So today, I was thinking of my days teaching kindergarten. There was a boy named Chris Cohen, and as if it weren’t confusing enough for him, he somehow had a Chinese grandmother. Chris [yes short for Christian] had been adopted as a baby. His father was the aforementioned Cohen, but his mother appeared to be a shiksa.
Neither parent was Asian and Chris himself was black.
As I ruminated on this aspect of my life, I also realized that other people’s memories may not hold all that much fascination. Do you find that to be true?
Sunset is a lovely time of day. My mother called it magic time. I sit by our windows and understand what she meant.
All The Best