“Thou shalt write each and every day. The great, and the mundane, thou shalt write of it”
The first crisp morning of the year greets me. It is 58° but sunny and clear. The weatherman says it will warm up to the mid 80’s later in the day. So, 2017 skips merrily along to its end.
My typing hand is a bit sore today. One of the ‘puppies’ I was transporting nipped me after it ran into a thicket dragging the poor handler behind it. I couldn’t just leave the dog to escape, so I went into the thicket to get it. It was scared to death, of course, and nipped the back of my hand. It was a warning nip, not a bite, but my paper thin old man’s hands don’t take much abuse, and it tore the surface skin back to a patch about the size of a quarter.
But I wasn’t going to let the dog escape, and we drug/drove the dog back to the other transporters car, got it in and tied down. None of the four pups was very well socialized, and that greatly concerns me. They were over 20lbs and cannot go to a family with children nor to an unskilled trainer. They will weigh 80lbs when they are grown. But Cap’n Rescue got them onboard, drove them to the next hand-off, and got them transferred, so my part in the saga has ended.
My understanding of the news is very shallow at this point. I spent much of my life trying to stay informed about the issues and mores of the world, but today I am just a headline junkie. The headlines float by like the thoughts of mad-man. A Hollywood mogul’s sexual predations are revealed. Shock, shock. A crazy dictator of a nation that should have been handled by Harry Truman, Dwight Eisenhower, John Kennedy, Richard Nixon, Gerald Ford, Jimmy Carter, Ronald Reagan, George H. Bush, Bill Clinton, Barak Obama and Donald Trump, hasn’t been taken care of. Everyone has an opinion on what should have been done, but are a bit wobbly on what should be done.
California has devastating fires, and the eco-Nazi’s are saying they aren’t to blame. Hurricanes Harvey, Irma and Jose hit the USA, and others hit the Caribbean and Central America. Mexico is still cleaning up from a disastrous earthquake.
And l look out my window at the brightly lit fields and trees, robin’s egg blue skies, and mild temperatures. In the background, Kippur da Budgie burbles, and in the far reaches of the house I hear Snookums rattling pans and talking to dogs. The level of human misery is so very high in the world, and here I sit in beauty and prosperity as the clock ticks. The contrast is not lost on me.