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 |   Thoughts destined to be washed away by the tides of life. |
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I've been studying my cover photo for a while now, and it seems to me that it is more than just a photo of what is there that can be seen, more than just three white rocks stacked on a beach. It contains an important question about the future, about what happens long after the photographer has gone. What will happen to our pile of stones when the tide comes in? Will it topple or has the architect built this structure at a safe distance? I don't know what will happen to these words that I stack here on the sand. They may prove safely distant, or they may be swallowed up by a rush of self-doubt. They may be here for a season. They may lose their balance and be scattered by the shoreline, or be hidden away under shifting sands. Perhaps someday, the tides of life will reclaim them. Or maybe that's just a bunch of poetic, romantic nonsense. After all, this is just a blog. |
| I am not behind on my day, my day has just got ahead of me. What I mean is - I am not going slowly, the day is going quickly. Oh, forget it, I am really off schedule today. And, I've just smeared peanut butter on my keyboard. I am not going to apologize. I know there are plenty of you out there who snack at your desk. Some of you eat lunches, perhaps even dinners at your computer. Yeah, I see you there with the ham sandwich clutched in one hand while you two-finger a comment on Facebook. I see the mayo dripping on your mouse pad. It's easy to see why keyboards get so filthy and why they have such high levels of bacteria on them. Maybe people don't think about washing their hands before they touch the computer, the way they do before they handle the food they eat at the computer. But I don't understand how keyboards can hold more germs than your average toilet seat. I don't even understand why anyone would be counting bacteria on random computers. Or toilet seats. What kind of job is that? Although, bacteria do come in all types, both good and bad. They measured the number of bacteria on a keyboard, but I don't think they said how many of those were completely harmless. Like so many things in life, it's often about what you don't say. Writing can be like that, especially when you want to leave the reader to his imagination. Imagination is often worse than the scariest written scene. Leave the reader with the feeling of horror at what might happen after the words on the page come to an end. My blog isn't like that, though. Generally what happens after "The End" is a nap. The End. Zzzzzzzzzz... |
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Not quite what I meant. "Pufts" was a sidelong reference to the famous dog show, Crufts