I used to scoff at older folk when I was a young upstart.
It seemed to me that the closer they got to death, the slower they would drive.
I didn’t have the patience for an old turd who was enjoying the scenery, as opposed to courting a senseless death by automobile warp speed.
Now that I am an ole turd myself, things are different, baybeee!
It makes sense to enjoy the drive, rather than trying to arrive somewhere a full two minutes ahead of the oldsters.
You take for granted how things are, until they change in the name of “progress”.
CAUTION: Here comes one a those “When I was a kid” stories.
Heh. When I was a liddle gurl, I made it my mission to be out of the house ALL DAY LONG. This was my clever strategy to avoid any possible work to be done, or any other unpleasantness family life involved.
I spent the time mostly exploring the woods, fields, and dirt roads on foot. I ate berries and whatever grew wild or on abandoned properties. I tracked animals, and healed a lot of early childhood pain in nature.
When my military family moved near a big city, I fearlessly made long walks into the city to parks, museums, playgrounds, and any event where there was free food.
A regular grade 5 savant.
Changes were a given in my household; making the best of them worked for me.
Did I mention that I was ummm…easily amused?
The foods I tasted as a child are harder to find now.
Now there are preservatives and all kinda nasties in them.
It’s getting more challenging and more expensive to find REAL FOOD anymore, unless you grow your own.
The good food was not profitable.
Can you say agribusiness, kids?
The earth says it is an abomination to cultivate this way. The earth is diverse, to maintain the balance.
Big Business says: make it cost effective to feed people.
Stuff their pieholes with sheer poison if it makes money.
Ignore the balance of our mother earth.
Observing changes over a long period of time allows many illusions to melt away.
We have defined ourselves by tv in the past, and are conditioned by advertising to want all the instant crap.
It’s poisoned I tell you!
The earth is already pitching hissyfits because the balance is too far out of whack.
Big Business uses her like a toilet.
A men’s room toilet.
Has anybody taken note of the extreme weather phenomona in the past 5 years or so?
Think it’s gonna get better soon?
See, ole people ponder that kinda stuff.
Now I feel a deep longing to be living amongst my tree friends once more.
We are bombarded with so much money-making sensory crap that we’ve forgotten who we really are.
The trees know, and share freely with those who commune with them. I was wisest as a child in nature.
Ole people don’t care if the younguns think they’re whacked.
I’m fixin to really enjoy my second childhood, starting now.
Note: This is an old piece I resurrected. I have no idea why I was using that particular folksy voice, but around that time I also hung fairy lights on a ficus tree beside my bed, and placed my unmentionables on said tree to dry. It was quite a sight.
PPS: I forgot to mention I’m guest posting over at Dawn’s site. Getting old isn’t for sissies.
