I have a particular interest in the non-burning issues of the day. Every newspaper and periodical contains what appear to be quite learned texts on the significance of the world’s goings-on, and I confess that I have nothing of substance to offer on any these. So I am reduced to commenting on the mundane events of very little consequence. I find these, however, far more satisfying.
I have good friends who are politicians who, unlike myself, seem to have an abundance of great thoughts to share. I have found that alone each is a most normal and enjoyable human being, but when two or more politicians come together a dark change occurs and a pall immediately covers the room. Faces become serious and voices strident as they eagerly huddle together en caucus. I have wondered if this is the motivation for engaging in politics since I know of no other career in which individuals may “caucus” (at least openly or legally, depending of course on the jurisdiction). I suspect it must be quite exciting.
By any comparison, the great issues of my life are simple. I am unable to understand why my spouse requires that I always leave the toilet seat in the “down” position, this creating a most unequal division of labor. I am unable to understand why life starts to go by faster just when it becomes harder to keep up with it. And although I have determined I am still only 25 (but unfortunately look like hell), why do I have problems getting others to believe this?
I wonder why I continue to be so impatient with those who disagree with me, although it seems perfectly reasonable considering that they are wrong. This may be why I avoid engaging in deep thoughts.
These days I find the greatest pleasures in the company of my most loyal and noble St. Bernard along with his overweight and bratty Lab companion, both of whom never leave my side. I worry sometimes that this is because there is something terribly wrong with me that they sense, but so far I see no signs of my imminent collapse…I think.
I take perverse joy in hearing of the child-raising travails of my offspring (being no more than they deserve considering what they put me through). There is something immeasurably fulfilling in hearing that my three-year-old grandson pooped in the Shop-Vac last night for no known reason.
Each of these makes me smile. I am blessed to have such an insignificant funny life…