Indeed, the 1960s were full of moral indignation, relieved only by gym classes smelling of sweat and foot fungus --constructive human smells. The rest was debate and tension that sent us glissading down into the 23rd Psalm valley.
Thursday, April 2, 2020
Gray, Noire
These little girls are sisters, twins really --same mother, same birthday. You can tell they're related because there's some slight resemblance around the eyes (ya think?):
I post their pretty faces because we are living in strange times --overwhelming, underwhelming. Who's doing all this whelming in the first place? "Don't ask me, I don't give a damn." I sure miss Country Joe. There seems to be a Hadean ambience returning to earth. But that was the '60s --or is it?-- and I get blue if I don't watch life, its gray and black fur, pleasantly psychotic eyes. Also, I'm in my private, internal 70s and have slowed posting because I'm too busy forgetting where I leave everything. Well, maybe not so blue as gray and black, like my hair these days.
Sequestered, I become more bibulous. It helps actual humans cope with the wisdom of their leadership.
Indeed, the 1960s were full of moral indignation, relieved only by gym classes smelling of sweat and foot fungus --constructive human smells. The rest was debate and tension that sent us glissading down into the 23rd Psalm valley.
We are watched, if not from above then from below, observed by Nature. Can we hold our place of responsibility on Earth, or be crippled by mismatched socks? We need to learn by what learns from us, to feel at peace with our place in the Universe, to love.
Indeed, the 1960s were full of moral indignation, relieved only by gym classes smelling of sweat and foot fungus --constructive human smells. The rest was debate and tension that sent us glissading down into the 23rd Psalm valley.
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Simply said and true. Forget about the socks, just find joy in what God has given us.
ReplyDeleteOur cat was a big Tom, named Scuba. Black fur and crazy blue eyes, Scuba was a great cat. I miss him.
Dear Susan, thanks. We've lost our share of these furry friends and stabilizers, and I've made friends with treefrogs and squirrels but there's something about cats that extends beyond mouse control. They make the yard livelier.
DeleteI am really encouraged by the improvements that have been seen in the natural world since so many of us slowed down. And hope those improvements remain and grow.
ReplyDeleteDear EC, today I was encouraged by 3M company's defiance of our President's order to cease sale and export of all N-95 masks to other countries. They rightly refused on humanitarian grounds. I'm confident your hope(& mine)will obtain.
DeleteThe twins are beautiful in their own distinct way, but aren’t we all. When this is all over and I am still here, I am hoping for a simpler and kinder life.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Arleen, yes. And yes, I share your hope for a simpler, kinder life --with toilet paper in it!
DeleteBeautiful, like those two cats. I think the secret to happiness in these times is to not think so much. Quoting Thomas Gray: "Where ignorance is bliss, 'tis folly to be wise."
ReplyDeleteDear Bruce, Thomas Gray prefigured Gray The Cat by several centuries but I think they would've got along.
DeleteA lovely post, vibrant with life. And those adorable twins must birth a million grins, several right here. Thanks for your homily.
ReplyDeleteThanks Tom, Thought it appropriate after liturgy was so ably accomplished by others. And yes, the cats are a constant source of instructive amusement.
DeleteThanks Geo, for temporarily disarming your "no anon" setting so I could comment. You know I don't email that request very often. Your other commenters have very good ideas about dealing psychologically with covid-19, a very bad virus, fills up the news, but I've been thinking about the "wall" too. It's a stupid, intolerant wall composed of steel bollards 40-50 high, a laughably simple thing to cut with a small reciprocating power saw. Any attempt to police it will fail generally and be augmented by armed guards under tyrannical orders. When you and I were kids there was another name for that routine. --Sven
ReplyDeleteGood to hear from you, Sven, and glad Mr. Trump did not succeed in purchasing your country. Let's see, in reply to your closing sentence I recall we referred to it as "Iron Curtain".
DeleteDear Geo., as always your blog makes me not only happy but also gives me something to think about (in the pauses between looking for something :-)
ReplyDeleteWe are watched - sometimes I want to go a bit further: maybe we are even warned?
Nature is so beautiful (and also wild, she might sing "Don't ask me, I don't give a damn" - not giving a damn about wether earthlings still will be able to live on this beautiful earth. Which makes me think of Stephen Crane:
A man said to the universe,:
"Sir, I exist!
"However", replied the universe,
"The fact has not created in me
A sense of obligation."
But then the same which happened to you with the above mentioned song happens to me here: I adored that lines in '68 -- now they would make me blue - but I prefer other colours, thus I turn my eyes up, to the beautiful sky, the sun, - I look up.
Dear lovely Brigitta, your excellent comment sent my memory back to a (Public Broadcasting System) tv show --more of a 5-minute insert really-- "Jack Horkheimer: Star Hustler". Astronomer Jack would tell us all about what tremendous operations were due among celestial bodies, and always closed his little show with, "Remember, keep looking UP!" Thank you (and Stephen Crane) for focusing my memory on that phrase from the 1960s. I will keep looking up, and think of you.
DeleteTheir eyes really are identical, aren't they? Having had our share of cats over the years I can attest that there are as many variations among them as among humans. Could two cats look any more different in every other way except for their eyes? ("pleasantly psychotic eyes", indeed, ha ha)
ReplyDeleteStay well, Geo. and Norma.
Dear Jenny, in this rainy, cold weather, our four cats have spent much time in the barn, under a shelter Norma made for them. They arrange themselves into a pile. Short-haired Noire and Tux huddle first, then Hairy Tux and Gray climb on top of them. This generates heat, from those who lose it quickly, to be captured and retained by their hairier siblings. Win win. Everybody stays warm. This was a common practice among humans when I was a teenager but took us longer to figure out. You stay well too, Jenny.
DeleteWhat a cozy picture you've put in my mind - I love the thought of the shorthaired cats benefiting from the longhaired ones.
Delete0_Jenny, these little orphans have an abiding interest in one another's wellbeing. We can learn from them.
DeleteMs Grayboy and Queen Noire are beautiful and lucky cats. Thanks for sharing their sweet faces and hypnotic eyes. I spend a lot of time looking for things, and half the time they're right in front of me. I haven't cut back on blogging, but it takes me longer to get a post done. I get blue if I don't get outside and into some semblance of nature. I love observing life in all its forms along the creek in my area. The squirrels and birds are lots of fun right now. Have a lovely Easter!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Louise! I understand your love of nature --the language of the Universe. I believe we are gerunds.
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