Nostalgia can be a leaky tire

A very nice car, well appointed, fun to drive and impressive. That is how my life should be. It can be that! It is that a lot of times.

But if I spend time worrying about and thinking about what used to be and isn’t anymore, or possibilities I could take but won’t really commit to…This is like leaving one of my tires with a hole in it.

Who does it benefit? What is the point?

I should focus on the future and on the present.

internet is getting crowded

I let this blog go. I really did. There was a certain momentum here. and then it was sucked away.

There are just other places for people to find out about what I’m doing.

Not so much what I’m THINKING, but what I’m doing.

So, I get very few visitors to this blog. I’m not so mad about it. It feels as if I am only using this spot for a scratch pad anyway.

But I’m not scratching a lot. I’m thinking, but not capturing it so much.

Maybe I need to post every day. If no one is reading it anyway, I should let it be crappy.

I’ve always said that blogging works like exercise. It helps keep the writing muscles in shape.

So, maybe I should make a commitment to do a little writing calisthenics every day.

I can feel a swelling

Things are starting to change. I have felt this for a while, but it’s becoming more pronounced.

The last time everything changed, when was it? Do I remember it? Well, yes, I guess I do.

It was called Mosaic. And it was called the Internet, or more precisely the Web.

And everything changed.

Not everyone noticed. Not for years and years. But I was a the spider and the fly. I made it as much as I was caught in it.

Now, it’s the warp and woof of everything. Maybe it’s like writing; there are a few illiterate societies out there, but they will be affected soon enough. It’s only a matter of time.

Fine. That was the last time everything changed.

Now, I feel it differently. Last time, something was built. This time, everything is being destroyed.

it’s not so much a desctruction, but a collapse. The flaw was inherent in the system.

There is a granulated self-interest in every single institution that will inevitably cause the disintegration. It’s already disintegrated. We only wait for a passing giant to sneeze, and it will come tumbing down.

Anyone can see it.

I am not speaking pessimistically. I am not mad about it. It’s just that I see evidence of institutional disintegration at every turn.

I am trying to find examples of where and when it is working well. Because when people can work together on something they are all excited about, that is the  next thing.

I am looking. I am looking. I’d like to see that next thing

Good times..but will they last?

I was watching Veronica have some time with her daddy this morning. They seemed happy, so I got a plastic shopping bag and went outside to do what I do pretty much every weekend.

Pick up doggie poop

I was sad. It has become a favorite mommy-daughter activity. As I make a slow grid pattern over the lawn, Veronica will trail me, paying close attention to the grass. Sometimes she finds it first, but if she does not, I will stop and point.

“Look! What’s that?”

she will carefully look around and then point her chubby toddler finger and announce “Doggie Poop!”

I will carefully wrap the plastic bag around the offending matter, and we will start our search trek again.

She’s very serious about it. Sometimes, she will even count the pieces. “Doggie poop! one…two..three!”

“Very good!”

She will not always take this task so seriously. She will not always be this companionable as I do my (no pun intended) duty.

AND plastic grocery bags may not always be available. They are under attack from different sides.

So I was sad this morning, because I didn’t have my apprentice in the dog poop patrol.

Then the back door swung open “She wants to come with you!” Chris announced. And my tow-headed delight came running out to join the party.

“Look! It’s doggie poop!” I told her.

“Doggie Poop!”

Life can be really funny sometimes. I don’t want our doggie poop saturday mornings to stop.