(Photo by David Schindler Photography)
Henry Winkler has taken it upon himself to haunt me during commercials while Three's Company is on. I'm fairly certain I've mentioned this before but I never thought Fonzie's "Aaayyyy" would come after the sounds "Mon....". Oh how could they degrade THE FONZ like that? The Fonz is supposed to whack the machine, not work for the machine!
So tonight I received a phone call from the Flipper and he lets me know that he has nothing to say. Ok, I get from his pile of droppings that he is calling to do a reach out. It has been duly noted on the score sheet. He only mentioned it a few times. Where it curdled was more or less after the statement, " I figured you'd be mad if I didn't call so I'm calling to say hi". My response was along the lines of "Oh, so this is a Duty call". He branded me negative. Wow, I could play the drinking game to that label. But instead I thought that really all I said was 'duty'. I didn't brand one way or another, although come on, you know that I was thinking it. I told him that really, he could have kept that part to himself...that's what made it 'negative' in my opinion. Talk about needing recognition. Well ok then. I'll give ya the opportunity for tons of recognition in the next few days. My dialing fingers feel faint.
Sure, call and say hi and that you don't feel like talking. But adding the "duty" connotation to it really sucked dirty ass. Seriously. Be cute and inventive once in a while because this screams Ego.
Recently I saw a special on the evolution of the Chernobyl site. It's PBS so it equates to a higher level of truth for me. What an eye opener. And it's not just the Fritos and bourbon.
The concept being, a world without humans. The land didn't shrivel up to dust without us. Instead, nature flourished. Flowers are not grey, they are vibrant purples. Wolves appear to be abundant and apparently a lot rides on studying the wolves of Chernobyl as they are the top predator. They are so radioactive that the scientists there would be poisoned if they swallowed one hair from the body of a wolf.
Chernobyl has become poetry. Stand still deaths of amusement park rides, empty, hollow, abandoned, as were dolls, toys, photos of previous generations. Buildings, campuses, cars....everything untouched for 25 years. So you can imagine the photo ops for anyone who has clearance to check things out after having at least 3 drinks and a hit of ecstasy because it would take at least that to weigh the risks and charge up that camera battery.
When I see how alive the area actually is, it brings me relief. Some sort of inner relief that what I think to be true and must be true is that if the earth boots our asses off, everything else will be just fine. Why does this give me peace? I'm guessing because I'm the Cat Who Hated People.
I'm sure there are many who are on nature's side, willing to fist pump a cheer out for that which blooms and perseveres without Us. The earth can breathe instead of constantly tightening up her tummy muscles, preparing for the next assault.
Check out the video (link above) while I go contemplate something that I heard today about loving someone but knowing that in order to love, you don't even have to be with them. I'll need to count the ways that I am fulfilled and happy within this union and see if I need to put my Earth costume on and boot some ass.
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