by Z. Corwin
Greed is a state of mine.
Most of the string
section had been there for years and knew their jobs quite well. However, those adding knots to the long tails
were relatively new, which caused issues with many of the kites during their
flights.
I sat out in the driveway yesterday talking with my neighbor. We discussed diets, world events, cars (the way cars once were) and all sorts of things.
For some odd reason, what I hadn’t noticed was that I was getting all sorts of mosquito bites. They didn’t start to itch until I had been back in the house for a bit. Then my arms itched like crazy. I think that is what kept me awake last night.
I’ve heard of people dying from multiple bee stings, and I have heard of people getting malaria from mosquito bites, but last night I began to wonder if anyone had ever itched themselves to death. It felt like I was on my way. Maybe I would be the first. I would be in the medical journals. Z. Corwin – dying from scratch. No, that sounds more like a cookbook.
As I write this, it is the following morning, and the itching hasn’t let up. Those must have been the industrial strength mosquitos. I think my days of sitting out in the driveway are over.
I wonder how it would
effect the food chain if we got rid of all mosquitoes? Maybe I'll look it up and see if they actually
do any good. Go ahead and wait
there. I’ll be back.
For some odd reason I keep expecting something in the mail that is going to be life changing. I don’t know what or why, it’s just a feeling I have had for some time now. Being a positive and upbeat type, I don’t believe it will be anything bad.
Maybe some rich Hollywood person is going to turn this blog into a movie. Hey! It could happen.
Or one of my ideas from years back will, through an add set of circumstances, land on somebody’s desk and they’ll see the genius of it and make it happen.
I can tell you the one I’m thinking of, it dealt with airline tires. By putting small curved flaps of rubber on the sidewalls, the moment the plane put the landing gear down, the wind would catch those flaps and immediately start rotating the tires. When the plane touches down, the tires would already be spinning. There would be much less friction, no loud squeal and smoke. The tires would last much longer, and the airline would consequently save money. Also it would be better for the surface of the runway.
I don’t remember now
which airline I mailed my suggestion to, but I do remember they wrote back
telling me to suggest it to tire manufacturers and not to them. I think by that time, however, I was on to
other things and never followed through.
I’m like that.
I’ll let you know the
minute I get something in the mail that isn’t trying to sell me hearing aids.
zc
Cookie crumbs are most affected by gravitational forces. That is universal. Of course, there are some exceptions, although not around here.
The very first time I put on my high school football uniform I began to imagine all of my body parts that hopefully this equipment would prevent from getting broken. That quickly got me to thinking about high school budgets and the lowest bidder always getting the contract.
It was then that I knew I wasn’t thinking like a football player, and maybe I was on the wrong path. I stopped getting dressed and, on my way out of the building, I told the coach I had changed my mind.
Over the course of my life, I changed my mind a great deal. Now, looking back, there is no way of knowing how things would have turned out, had I just kept on the path I was on at the time. I would have had different experiences and met different people. Who knows where I would be today?
With such flexibility of choices, it becomes hard to picture our lives following some predetermined course. Then again, many people suggest things happen for a reason. If Henry David Thoreau had not written Walden’s Pond. Many lives may have turned out quite differently. You never know what is going to influence you one way or the other.
Some people see a
cookie and think of the calories, while others might envision how wonderful it
is going to taste. I, of course,
consider the carpet and the falling crumbs.
zc
I started to wonder,
if the wind got too high in the sky did it find it hard to breathe, because the
air up there is so much thinner?
I was told the wind
didn’t breathe. I found that hard to
believe.
I understand that
marriage is a union. According to union
rules, I am allowed two 10-minute breaks each day, plus an hour for lunch.
My wife said she
wanted to see this in writing. Where can
I get a copy of the union rules?
There is no logic in the wee hours of the
day. No one is up to argue or even flip
on a light. Philosophies lack the fresh
air to inflate, so they never get off the ground. I was wide awake at 2:50 am and couldn’t get
back to sleep. I believe that explains
the reason for this nonsense.
Welcome to Monday
zc
Eventually they put a lie-detector on each
one of the scouts, and still they never changed their story that a giant mosquito
came and carried off the scout master.
Some even reported they could hear his screams late into the night.