Holy Cow!
Rained hard all night, and continued to rain hard throughout the day until
about 1:30, at which time it turned to a sprinkle rather than a downpour, and
so I rushed over to Starbucks just to get out of the house. Cabin fever! Of
course, when I got here, I discovered at that last moment that I had forgotten to
bring my laptop (the point of coming here in the first place, other than to
drink coffee), and so it’s back to the house to retrieve the laptop and then
back again to Starbucks, just about the time the rain begins to pick up again.
Whew. But at least it has been cost-effective so far, as it turned out that my
coffee today was free (having accrued the necessary points), and I received a
planner with leather bag as well, also free (after 20 points, I guess). This is
the second planner and bag I have received. The first I gave to Hendra, who had
coveted it since the beginning of the promotion, and this second one I gave to
Iadi, who will now give me a second latte without cost. Good deal.
It seems to
me that the big fat brown believes, of late anyway, that she actually lives in
my house. I have been unable to convince her otherwise, and actually had to
push her out the door last night, along with a sausage treat. Where is the dog’s
family? I don’t know. I had previously folded a large blanket and placed it on
the floor beneath my chair, such that the chair won’t slide around on the tiles,
and the dog has decided it has been placed there mainly for her benefit, as
this is where she camps out all day, lying by my feet as I type or read or
watch a movie. Although she smells pretty bad, I have to admit that it makes
kind of a nice Norman Rockwell type picture. All we need, I guess, is a crackling
fireplace and snow falling outside the window.
It may be
that the big fat brown dog is pregnant. She certainly did her best to get that
way during her recent period in heat. It may also be that the big fat dog
intends to give birth to her puppies in my house, which may be one reason she
has planted herself so firmly. What is definite, however, is that I do not want
her giving birth to any offspring in my house. What would I do with a half
dozen little dogs running around? There’s barely room enough for the two of us
to begin with. And, anyway, SHE’S NOT MY DOG!!!
Not my dog,
not my problem.
She,
however, is not inclined to agree with this view.
So, at the
house, it’s another day on the internet (whenever I’m not just staring at the wall).
One popular story is of the strange, Tic-Tac shaped aircraft observed by air
force pilots off the coast of San Diego. We may not be alone, they say. And
many folks are very excited about this. But there are a couple of questions in
my mind. One is whether a highly advanced alien race would require big clunky
vessels for transport, especially through hundreds or millions of light years.
Might they not rather have discovered a form of transportation unknown,
unimaginable to us—like what the car is to the horse, or the jetliner to the
stone wheel? I wonder, also, why it seems encouraging to think that there may
be alien people who live and die just like us. How does that change the
essential condition of mankind? Or how is it that we have felt lonely in the
company of our own billions? And if we have such a difficult time living with
one another, as it would seem we do, given all our troubles and hatreds and
wars, how would we hope to live with a truly alien people?
Aliens do
exist, to be sure—and they are us: aliens in our own broken world,, sojourners,
anticipating a promised land to come, and peace on earth, and good will among
men.
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