The Stillness of Society

 

I was walking down the beach one day, watching all the dogs as they frolicked in their area while all the owners just stood watching, talking and snacking. It seemed that  for many it was an effort to throw a ball or a frisbee. And I got to wondering, why is it that evolution has advanced our minds and yet our bodies, not so much?

Sure we stand erect, but it’s no secret that our society is lazy and fat. That’s just a fact. But how does it come about? How can a dog be so excited about the idea…

“We’re going out? You’re kidding, where? It doesn’t matter! In fact, I’m gonna run around like crazy for a while just in celebration of this event. Be back in a minute.”

One minute later.

“So what again? Oh right, we’re going out. I call shotgun! Can we got lots of places for lots of time because I like the different temps on my nose when I stick it out of the window? And you know what else, would it be ok, if when we get to the place, or places, or whatever, can I run around some more until I’m like spent, and then rest for about a half a minute, maybe have some water—from a toilet is always nice—and then run around like a madman hopefully with other dogs and you too?  Can I?”

And then there’s us…

“What? Ahhhh. Just let me finish watching this. Where’s the remote? Can’t I just stay here and eat? And speaking of that, it’s been an hour and a half since I’ve had something fried!”

So what happens? We’re not born that way, you see little children anxious to go out, happy to frolic and excited to be alive. But it also seems to be happening at a younger age as evidenced by childhood obesity. So where’s the chink in nature’s armor? How come all other living things are naturally active, working, playing, moving about when needed—including flying and migrating to other countries and for us it’s a struggle to get out of bed? Has it just been the change of diet and sedentary lifestyle derived from modern technology or is this the natural evolution?

Or is it cats?

Yes, cats are the only ones that are content to sit around all day. Cats don’t want to be bothered. Cats are arrogant, unfriendly, dismissive and stand-offish. Cats are trying to take over the world. They’re using videos to lull us into thinking how cute they are and then we’ll act more like them.

We must stop the kitties. It’s the only way! Who’s with me?! Come on. Come on, let’s go.

Ok, move over. Wanna order a pizza?

 

 

 

It’s So Hot

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Yesterday it reached 93 degrees in Southern California. It’s been very cool (for here) in the 60s for most of the Winter and early Spring. So what did folks do? Complain.

We’re never happy. It’s always too cold or too hot, depending on where you live and what time of year. I’ll admit I chose to move here because I don’t like the cold, but i really didn’t think it was too hot yesterday.

Is it only us humans that complain because we can, or because we can’t hear the animals. Are the squirrels speaking in their squirrel language. “You know, a little bit more of a warning, a little more gradual change and the shedding would have occurred. And what about my nuts, I have not moved them from the Winter storage to the Summer unit.”

Are the fish complaining in their fish language. “Um, hello, me likes a sauna just like any other bluegill but a little warning and I could have chosen to move to a cooler spot.”

Are the birds complaining in their bird language. “I just flew in from Duluth and boy are my arms tired.”

ED: Sorry, wrong blog excerpt. Correct one to follow.

Are the birds complaining in their bird language. “If the weather would have been more predictable I would have just made the quick jaunt to Duluth instead of Winnipeg. I’m soaked.”

I think not. Because they adapt. They just groove with nature. Nope, it’s only us that are unsatisfied and stinky and sweaty. We don’t think about having water and cool foods instead of McDonald’s. Maybe it’s because it makes us feel connected-when we say it’s so hot we’re guaranteed to get some one to agree.

Killing Them Softly

I’ve always been fascinated by the meaning of “kill them humanely,” in reference to animals. Do the animals appreciate it?

On the way to heaven does a rat think, “thank you Lord for the human that ended my life. It was so great that you picked one that used the Rat Motel. My accommodations were great, the bed was so comfortable and the meal-OMG-room service-was just to die for. If it would have been one of those snap traps with peanut butter, not even cheese, that has claimed so many of my brothers and sisters, well that would have just sucked.”

How about the turkey? “Oh yeah I looked good laying on that table. Stuffed with walnuts? Now that’s living-and dying.”

Of course it’s so we feel better. I typed the phrase into the Googster and one of the first entries was a blog that expressed the opinion that killing the animal for dinner good/ raising them inhumanely bad. So if they’re comfortable it’s better on the cow-that makes the fate worth it?

I don’t know, I’m not making any judgements. I’m just wondering– how do we find out? Maybe Disney can help.

A Conversation Between Angels XXII

“Hello Moose.”

“Hello Squirrel.”

“You know Moose, I’ve been scampering about and well, there’s a difference between us and humans.”

“Yeah, we have four legs and they have two.”

“No, I mean the names. They all have different names while each one of us is called the same.”

“What do you mean, I’m moose and you’re squirrel?’

“I know. But all the squirrels are called squirrel. All the moose are called moose. But all the humans are named Tom, Dick and Harry.”

“I’m a moose, I like being called moose. That’s what I do. Be a moose. Maybe if humans acted more human they wouldn’t mind being just called that.”