Thursday, July 31, 2008
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
How do we shut our emotions down? Sometimes I'd like to be able to do that. A few nights ago I came across a photograph on the internet that turned me into a weeping wreck. A young boy, maybe 10, is accepting a folded flag from a Marine officer. No doubt from his father's grave. He is trying very hard not to break down. And he's doing a better job than I did. Seeing that photograph, I totally and completely lost it.
Why does this happen? I don't know anyone in the picture. I don't even really know the circumstances, only guessing at what the image "means." But I think it's a good guess. In fact, I think it is spot-on.
I think that when we are younger we are better able to suppress our emotional reactions to such things. And as we age we accumulate a larger and larger bag of memories, regrets, sentiments, and just plain old-fashioned feelings. Sometimes something comes along that triggers them, opens up the bag, and it all comes tumbling out. Whether we want it to or not, it all comes tumbling out.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Yesterday morning, one of my dogs (I live with two) gave her "Critter!" bark and alerted me that we had a visitor. She comes quite regularly, usually in the morning. I think she spends the night around one of the old barns on the place. No sign of a fawn, but that doesn't mean there isn't one nearby. She was unimpressed by the barking.
Monday, July 28, 2008
That's High Plains weather for sure. You don't like the weather? Wait a few minutes. It'll change. Lately we have been having ferocious thunderstorms in the late afternoon and throughout the evening. Following a roasting hot day, the sky roils up, turns dark, and pretty soon there is a frantic ballet of ominous clouds surging across the horizon. We have lots of that here. Horizon, I mean. And thunder. Wondrous audio displays that easily explain the preoccupation of plains and Southwestern Indians with 'thunder beings.' Last night, far to the south, there were rolls of thunder that lasted for ten and twenty seconds without stint. Long, uninterrupted tympani solos that seemed to go on and on.