being one of the few intelligent life forms on this planet. Over the weekend I laboured in my garden removing an invasive species of plant, periwinkle, which forms matted roots which required me to use a mattock to get through. I took them to my back garden and tried to burn them. The fire smouldered all night, but didn't destroy half the pest. I'll finish the job tonight, thought I.
I didn't count on my neighbours and their occasional idiocy. They'd been off in their caravan for the weekend and came home this morning. I checked at seven this evening, no washing on the line, so just watch the highlights of the tour and do my bonfire. I came out at eight and they'd hung two lines of washing out, it will be out all night and rain is forecast tomorrow.
I decided as a good neighbour I couldn't burn my rubbish, though my washing wouldn't stop him burning his, as I've learned in the past. But being a woman, I wouldn't like my washing to smell of smoke, so I don't expect others to either.
Like I said, it gets lonely when...
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Sooo....
There is no intelligent life on the other side of that fence?
Reminds me of a saying
of trying to solve a problem that is particularly nasty; "It make my head hurt", or "gives me a headache." The part of the brain responsible for critical thinking is the same region that registers pain. I think that is the reason most people avoid thinking at least that's why I do.
My father's wisdom.....
My father was an abusive, angry drunk - a bad thing to be if you're an alcoholic and have children. Especially when your youngest is the only boy, and that boy, while not really a boy down deep inside himself, has the need to stand up between the drunk and the rest of the family. Let's just say that I learned pretty young what my blood looked like and how best to ice bruises to keep the sweeping down.
But, he did have a few words of wisdom to impart to me as I grew up - many of them were ridiculous, extremely prejudiced, or even asinine. However, there were the occasional pearls of wisdom mixed in like leavening amongst the shit.
One of those that seems to fit this occasion was cleverly ensconced on a sign behind his desk. It said, "It's hard to soar like an eagle when you're surrounded by turkeys." now keeping in mind that the eagle is a carrion eater that seldom attacks anything anywhere near it's own size (a pretty poor symbol for my home, but I guess a symbol is what you make it stand for and not necessary the other way around), while the wild turkey is a strong and noble bird, ever faithful they mate for life and are good parents (in fact, the wild turkey was Benjamin Franklin's choice for a symbol to represent the USA), the statement still has power.
It is truly difficult to rise up when all around you are constantly trying to pull you back.
It sounds like you could use a little of my father's wisdom. Of course, his accompanying tenet went something like, "Kill the all and let God sort out the bodies.", or some other such inanity. But like I said, a symbol is what you make it stand for. I guess the same is true for a saying.
Yep, it's tough to soar until you break a pool cue over the old man's head and then drive him to the emergency room.
Dallas
D. Eden
Dum Vivimus, Vivamus