Mercy! Mercy! That Dang Nabed PERCY!

Dogs and Cats

Dogs and Cats

If you want a real-time practical demonstration of how life works in the absence of any exercise of reason watch a group of cats going about and observe their interpersonal relationships. There is the sex criteria, the age criteria, the hunger criteria and the pecking order criteria. All this is orchestrated by emotions and they are loving or hateful depending on mood and circumstances. They seem to thrive on violence which is a necessary component to a balanced life style. I see so many similarities between cat and human society and cats have the game of life down pat. They are as “unscience” as a species can get and respond to changes in conditions as the world changes. Don’t believe this Mars/Venus stuff….if you want an analogy use the one that says, men are like dogs and women behave like cats.

I wrote another episode in my novella, Volusia. Concurrently I read a blurb written by Joy on drama and episodic writing. It was quite good and I went to her port and read some of her stuff and then looked into her blog. She uses U-Tube videos that are quite good. I can’t believe I’ve been here over a year and not picked up on her writing.

Anyway in this story the narrator is a supporting character who has the POV. He thinks thoughts. We will get to meet the central character through her dialogue with her son and Rindar the cave man. It is a male dominated society and she must deal with that aspect of life without giving up own her own need to influence the events that circulate around her. Its not that she necessarily feels the need to be in charge but knows that left to others the outcomes in her life will be less than optimal. On top of all this is a self destructive nature that her less cerebral hero is challenged to hold in check. Interjected is her young son who is much like his father who Volusia is ticked off at. Every day my muse gives more of the back story while I try and pound out the next episode.

One of the things Linda left on her To-do list was cut the grass. I did this task on what she calls my “Auto-Pilot” She hates it when I go about performing the mundane functions in life while focused on a back channel where all the exciting thoughts are taking place… like my current cave man story. She wants to be a part of that action and not the recipient of a vacant stare as we drive down the road. So I was mowing and not paying a whole lot of attention and got to close to a tarp that had blown off a wood pile and it got sucked into the mower deck and became tangled in the blades. “Shucks!” I muttered as the engine shuddered, gasped and choked out. Disengaging the blades I proceeded to the shop dragging this long tarp behind me. It was there on the apron that I realized that no longer did I have to drive up on my metal ramps to get underneath but could instead drive up on my scissors lift and elevate the tractor into the air. The lift was perfect for this purpose and in a short time I had the mower to chest height and was working with a box cutter to clear the fowled blades. Made quick work of it I did and in five minutes of relatively easy work did what would otherwise taken an hour laying on the concrete apron. Isn’t it amazing how one skill or capability so quickly translates to similar but unrelated tasks making life so much more easy and productive. It happens all the time in my writing but that’s a different story.