Hi again readers.
One of the things I like least about Christmas is the fact it brings out so much dialogue about how we ought to devote ourselves to making it better for those less fortunate than ourselves. Got an email just a minute ago someone posted somewhere talking about it again.
I agree entirely with the sentiment, but it’s a killer for a man [the only one] such as myself. I’m the most fortunate man on the planet.
So how the hell am I supposed to go about doing it?
Everyone on the planet is less fortunate than me. Should I start by figuring out a way to make life better for wossname, Donald Trump? The Dallas Cowboys and those who watch them? The American Association of Non-RV Owners? The Federation of Human Beings Alienated From Cats?
I ain’t giving what few cats I have left to someone, no matter how unfortunate they might be. Okay, I’m a stingyguts, but there you are.
I’m at a complete loss here, and the guilt is overwhelming.
Old Jules – Headed for the finish line
Posted in 2012, Animals, Human Behavior, Relationships, Senior Citizens, Solitude
Tagged animals, cats, culture, Human Behavior, humor, Life, lifestyle, personal, philosophy, psychology, society, sociology
Good morning readers. Thanks for coming by for a read.
Life’s so full of happy surprises here it took me a while to remember to be surprised when I awakened warm, still parked where once chickens scratched and pecked on mornings such as this. Then I remembered what it was I ought to be surprised about – that I’d expected this post to be made on a fast WIFI connection somewhere out where it’s probably colder than it is here. Which is plenty cold enough to satisfy the needs of the feline population, I’m informed.
I thought it was the money situation keeping the delays coming hot and heavy, but when I managed yesterday after the temperature dropped to 20 degrees F, to get the propane heater working in the RV, I knew a new reality had dropped in to flex its muscles. That heater had to be why the Universe kicked in to impose good sense into my activities.
I don’t know how I fixed it. Maybe just pulling things apart and putting them back together, tapping on things, testing, and taking them apart again was what did it. Or maybe it was my genius brother, Invention.
So this morning I woke someplace warm for the first cold morning in at least a couple of years. I hope today I’ll be changing the oil on the RV, wrapping up a couple of other details, and try to round up the cats to hit the road before the end of the week.
But it’s not easy to feel much dissatisfaction with life when there’s warm out there to be had. I’m going to have to kick myself with some determination to impose a sense of urgency into my intentions.
But I’ve digressed. I’d planned to tell you about that truck I saw parked in front of the Humane Society Thrift Shop new construction area.
Can’t recall now what I was going to say about it.
Instead, here’s wishing all of you plenty of warm.
Posted in 2012, Adventure, America, Animals, Human Behavior, Kerrville, Nature, Senior Citizens, Solitude, Survival, Texas, Transportation, Trucks
Tagged animals, cats, country life, culture, home, Human Behavior, humor, Life, lifestyle, Nature, personal, philosophy, technology