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At some point I will have exhausted all possible thinking.  This train is bound to run out of track, although at the moment, I can’t see that happening. I am surrounded by ideas and things and different sides of things I have already examined.

The question, of course, is what will happen to me once I run dry?  Will I develop a new hobby, or retreat into the library and immerse myself in someone else’s stories.

Maybe I’ll spend my time wandering through little one-street towns, and talk with the locals.  Thinking about old towns and dusty products on the store shelves, I never did put a Best By date on the blog.  I guess there should be one.  It isn’t always going to be good or relevant. 

I think the Best-BY date depends upon the blog you are looking at.  If it is printed on paper, then the pages will eventually turn yellow and become a little crunchy, however, if you are viewing it on a computer or iPhone, then I guess Google will determine when to pull the plug, and that may or may not come with an advanced warning.

Maybe I should construct a massive literary turntable, so once I reach the blog’s end, I can simply rotate around and head back the other way.  It’s a thought anyway.

 

 

 

 

 ZC

 

No longer a Mystery

 

This was not an ordinary fish.  I have seen Rainbow Trout before, but nothing like this.  Just like a firefly, this fish could make itself light up.  I waited quite a while to get a clear picture of him, but I ended up settling for this shot of him through the water. 

I wondered if it had swallowed some battery-operated fishing lure.  Anything is possible, I guess.  Something was inside that fish and lighting up.  But   the more I thought about it, the more I realized that leaving it a mystery was the best possible ending.

So, I have no idea how it was doing it, but whenever I’m down at the water, I look for him.  Maybe I should come down here at night.

 

 

 

Yes, there is such a thing.

 

   ZC

It seemed appropriate

 

The name given to him by the tribe was Sky Feathers.  This is exactly how the sky appeared on the day he was born.  His parents were tickled.

 

In Case you Forgot

 

Michigan beat the Buckeyes 

24 to 12

Choose Wisely

 

    The produce manager goes to great lengths to display his products in the best possible light.  He needs each one to look fresh, ripe and desirable.  Nobody wants to buy rotten fruit.

    Animal shelters hope all the animals get adopted, so they keep them well fed, groomed and their cages clean and smelling nice.

    When selecting an assisted living facility, you’ll want to count to see how many of the residents are smiling.  If it isn’t over half, move on to the next one.  Are the board games actually being used or have they been staged?  How many of the workers are actually busy, and how many are out back smoking?  Seek out what looks to be the rotten fruit and ask them how they like the place.  Does the facility smell like a fancy hotel or more like a hospital?  Are there wear patterns in the carpet around the fire extinguishers?  If there is a chalkboard listing the lunch or dinner specials, check to see how many have been erased and written over.  In the time you’ve been there, have you heard anybody scream?

 

        ZC

Why would anything be different?

 

        I just know it isn’t going to be simple, there’s going to be something, there always is.  Whenever people pass away they say, “Go towards the light.”  I have the odd feeling that when I pass on, for whatever reason, I’m going to see two lights.  “So ok, which one?  "FINE!  Somebody want to give me a hint?" My entire life I have chosen the wrong direction, so why would I expect anything to be different just because I’m dead?”

 

            ZC

The View from Here

 

It wasn’t all that difficult getting to the top of the hill, and once there I could not only see the valley below, but I could actually smell many of the scents that were passing by on the breeze. 

Not everyone had gone to bed for the night.  There were quite a few houses in the valley, each with several lights on.  Some chimneys had curls of smoke drifting up and across, and smoke was one of the smells I identified. 

Every now and then a firefly would light up and then another.  I wondered if they were talking to each other or just showing off.  I had no idea what the insect world was thinking, and sharing the planet with so many, you’d think I’d take more of an interest.  There must be many more insects than there are people.

It’s a good thing they don’t build houses and have smoking chimneys. We wouldn’t be able to walk around without stepping on them and have them crunch under our shoes.  They already have their hands full, avoiding being eaten by birds, lizards and spiders.

As the house lights below disappeared, I could see more and more stars.  The night sky really is amazing. It wasn’t all that comfortable standing there looking up, and as I had nothing to sit on, I made myself comfortable on the ground, leaning against a rock. 

I was enjoying the possibility of seeing something, anything streak across the night sky, but then a thought came to me.  Again, it was about the insects.  Now, here I sat in their world, right at ground level.  Possibly surrounded by millions of them.  I couldn’t even imagine all the different kinds.  Each one stranger looking than the last, and of course some that bite.

It was difficult to focus on the heavens while thinking I was probably someone’s dinner.  Tiny creatures feasting on me as I sat there, possibly crushing some of their houses or family members.  I was an unwelcome monster, blocking out their sky with my bigness.

I felt I should leave, but making my way down the hill at night would not be easy.  I have no flashlight or walking stick, nothing but me against the downward pull of gravity.  I guess I wasn’t thinking ahead.  I was too busy enjoying the night sky. 

It could be that on some other planet, we might be the insects, but I’ll think about that after I get back down off of this hill.

 

 

ZC