It was a beautiful day here in South Florida. My Cubs game in Chicago was postponed due to rain and snow. Snow??? This is mid-April for cry’n out loud. Who wants to live in a climate that snows halfway through spingtime…not this stay-at-home hermit.
So anyway, the temps were very comfortable and there was the traditional balmy breeze fluttering my homemade awning that I rigged over the back patio since a hurricane took the shade from the big three-story tree that was there since Jesus was a teenager. My friend, Ron, will marvel at how long that last sentence was. Anyway, there I sat in my thinking chair pondering what in heaven’s name I was going to discuss in my blog’s next posting—this one! Oh, by the way, that really isn’t my thinking chair in the sketch…but it’s what I would like to think I’d like it to look like.
I admit I did doze off for a few brief mini-naps. But whilst awake as I sat in my thinking chair, I got to thinking about some of the latest news items. Just a glance at the newspaper or a newsy website if you’ve given up on newspapers, and you can find all kinds of things to ooh and ahh at…or boo and naa at. For example, a well known cruise line may face being kicked out of U.S. ports. Seems their ships have had a habit of discarding various substances overboard, the kind of stuff that simply plays havoc with marine life and pollutes our salty seas. Those bastards! And here they have signs in all their guest cabins encouraging passengers to be good citizens and use their towels more than once and don’t toss left-over buffet dishes overboard. It would be hard to fathom what this particularly popular cruise line would do without being able to tie up at U.S. docks. It could sink their business, that’s for shore.
Then there’s the news that Doris Day turned 97 last week. Lots of people thought she had already died. Lots of people don’t even know who she is. You have to be my age to remember seeing her in movies like The Pajama Game and Pillow Talk. She sang too. But most of all, she just filled the cliché as “America’s Sweetheart.” Teenage boys hoped their future wife would look just like her and many of their fathers wished the same. She was a perfect fit for the fifties, or so I thought as I sat in my thinking chair this afternoon, the balmy breeze blow’n over my almost hairless skull while the Egyptian goose honked at something bothering her across the canal that runs by my house on its way to the mighty Atlantic.
The geese got me to thinking too. It’s the female that honks, relentlessly, until you begin thinking of her as dinner. The male only hisses. The children—quite a few in this case—don’t make much noise at all, God bless ‘em. Imagine that…children who do not make noise! They simply follow their parents who meander about the canal, mostly along the water’s edge and not in it. They are a complete family. The parents stay together and ride herd over the young’uns until they are old enough to fend for themselves. They are the total opposite of the Muscovy ducks who outnumber them in these parts. The ducks are worse than rabbits when it comes to mating. The males strike when the mood hits and it makes no never-mind what female victim bleeps on theirs sonar. They’re all fair game, so to speak.
And finally I got to thinking about politics…hard not to these days. But, no no, I do not discuss politics on my blog. That never makes for a happy ending. But it is a puzzlement how all the current divisiveness will end, if ever. If anything, the times we live in are testing the foresight of our founding fathers more than ever before. I sense they must be rolling their eyes and re-reading Tom Paine’s Common Sense. If you step back—something most of us cannot do—it is interesting to watch the sides clash as things never done before are being done. It’s one giant video game and I guess he or she who last holds the controller…wins? Sort of reminds me of a Doris Day song…
Que sera, sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future’s not ours to see
Que sera, sera
What will be, will be…
By the way, any one who was interested in my series of lessons on self-publishing, Lesson 3 (part I) is available at http://marckuhn.com. Go the to the section on self-publishing and look for the lessons link. Lesson 3 has to do with page numbering, which Microsoft Word has refined into a process so complicated and inconsistent that it is used by the FBI to test frustration levels of job applicants.