Sunday, Jul. 24, 2005
The Perfect Solution Is Not Necessarily Best
This was a whirlwind weekend if ever there was one. Drove to the Valley this morning, did an instant turnaround and came back. Took my son a check and some odds and ends. He literally didn't own a single pan, dish, anything. He does now but I don't have a penny to my name until the bank opens tomorrow.
Oh well, I made it there and back safely and at least I DO have money in the bank. I've seen the time that I didn't. I'll be glad to have my direct deposit in place so I can use my bank card again!
I should be doing all the normal weekend stuff - cleaning house, finishing up my dishes, etc. Instead I'm sitting on the computer, puttering around on Diaryland and looking around on eBay, catching up on a whole lot of nothing. I'll be logging off in a little bit to do the work, no worries. I talk about being a slob but at some point being female overrides my slob tendencies and I have to put things aright. Besides, I don't want things left undone when I get up for work in the morning.
My life is boring at the moment but something warns me this is the calm before the storm. I saw the fire-scorched hillsides while driving to Mesa today, and know that but for the grace of God, it could have been my place up in smoke. We've got thunderstorms in the forecast for the next several days at least - which is good, we need the moisture - but with them of course come the lightning and potential for flash floods. I'm aware of the latter, too, because I'm living just a few yards from a stream bed. It means that things stay green here longer than other parts of town, but also means the very real risk of inundation with the arrival of heavy rains.
On the opposite side of the planet, of course, there was another massive earthquake. A friend of mine predicts that there will be another huge quake of 9.0 or more, centered in Nepal, and that it will in turn be the catalyst for a series of other changes.
I don't know how accurate her predictions are. I don't wind my clocks on those assumptions; neither do I automatically dismiss them. Like arc-angel666, I have a sense that there is something big and nasty in the works. Several folks I've talked to have said the same thing. Some consider themselves to be psychic or sensitive; others don't make any such claim.
I don't even put much stock in my own predictions and gut instincts. God knows they've been wrong in the past. And the fact is that when it comes to specifics, we all have different views of impending cataclysm. One person sees an earthquake; one sees a weather-related catastrophe. I see manmade destruction, the first military deployment of atomic weapons since the days of Hiroshima, spawned from the fiasco in Iraq.
I cannot imagine we are all correct, that all of those things will happen in the immediate future. Heck, we may all be dead wrong and the world is destined to become a Shangri-La any day now, with peace becoming a truly reality for the first time known to mankind. Actually, a perfect genocide of the human race would put an end to war, though not sure I could categorize the aftermath of a nuclear meltdown to be "peace."
Never mind me. I'm not in nearly as bad a mood as I could be, though I'd be happier if I'd gotten to talk to T this weekend. Schedule conflicts suck.
Editing in this last paragraph because I find this whole series on primate behavior to be fascinating. It seems that when it comes to unequal treatment, to the ability to laugh and experience emotions, and much more, higher primates are in the same ball park as we humans.
Monkeys Show Sense Of Fairness, Study says
On a little more disturbing note, I guess the movie Jurassic Park wasn't so farfetched, afer all:
Pleistocene Park Underway: Home for Reborn Mammoths?
Before - After
In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )