That about sums it up. There’s a lot going on, which is a good thing. Some of what is occurring, tho, sort of shakes my faith in my fellow homo sapiens. Each little thing is kind of innocuous in and of itself (well, most of it is) but looking across the board I get the feeling that as a species we’ve slipped down the hole and it’s every man and woman for themselves. It’s as if life is both raging at Mach 1 and has slowed to a turtle crawl at the same time. I know that’s incongruous but that’s the way it feels.
For example, someone stole a tomato. I know, what’s the big deal, but we live in a townhouse so having a garden is not high on the list. The Mrs. bought a right good looking tomato plant, potted it and has been nurturing the little sucker for awhile. We have about eight green tomatoes on the little sucker but we had one fat juicy one just starting to redden on top. We went out yesterday and the big one was gone. It definitely was not eaten by an animal, no seeds, no remnants…it was picked. And it was the only one picked. All the others remain intact even two days later. Why? I guess respect for others has dwindled to below zero.
Also, a trusted professional with whom we’ve been associated for over ten years got their hand caught in the cookie jar and has been indicted and may serve time. Great. Just great.
Makes me want to drive to Montana (or wherever it was), find the Unabomber’s abandoned shack and spend my days in peaceful seclusion. Unacooper. That’s got a good media ring to it…