I looked at the weather map tonight, and it indicated that it will be raining for the next week. Oh oh. I will then of course be kicking myself hard for not spending time with the critters during this spate of really good weather. I should just say to all, “the weather’s good. My animals have to take precedence.”

I am getting older. But I’m not getting wiser. I had thought when I was very young, and knew what an adult was, and that I would eventually be one, that life would be far easier than life was as a child. Turns out, I was wrong in most respects. Physically and mentally, you lose it as you age. And this is just as bad a realization – the people who are older than you, die. And so, the majority of those who were 30 when I was born are long gone. Most of those who were 20 are also long gone.

I watch an old movie and realize that every single person in it has been dead for some time. What gives?

Our life expectancy would be far longer if we lived in a more sustainable fashion. And also, all who are of childbearing age, conceded that it would be a wise idea to refrain from having children, acknowledging that each and every kid brought into the world is a resource drain.

Enough of the rant. This will do no good. I do at times feel conflicted when I see parents with very young children. They do not look cute to me. They look wizened. It would be rude to say it, and do no good, but the question would be, what prompted you to have this child?

The best I can do is make sure that as many as possible have access to books of all kinds. Those who become readers become thinkers. And those who become thinkers make the world a more habitable place.

Another problem with getting older is that you become less visible and less heard. And if you are small, as I supposedly am, and left handed, you become a sitting duck in a lake full of motorized craft. You retreat to the shallows and bob up and down until the waves subside. You would go to a quieter pond, but you well know that the motorized craft are there, too. No wonder, then, that your numbers are diminishing. If you are fortunate enough to hatch all your eggs, most of your offspring will be shredded by the propellers of the very fast boats.

I must say something positive. I absolutely must. Sad to say, tonight, nothing has come to mind.

Tomorrow, Pete takes off for four days, will be visiting friends in Fairbanks. So I will be taking care of things here and also book project stuff, like the list for the upcoming open house. At least, if it does rain, I won’t have to water the gardens. Hope, like spinach, broccoli, and kale, springs eternal. What in hell does the first part of that sentence mean?

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