Breakfast...

.... at night around here, I leave the light on in the blogroom... I hate waking up in the middle of the night in a pitch dark house... so, since the blogroom is the farthest room from the master bedroom, it is the best room to leave lighted.... the result of leaving the light on is that a variety of creatures from the neighboring woods get drawn to the window... moths, millions of flying bugs, and sometimes frogs... they can usually be found in the morning's light clinging to the metal screen of the window watching me come to life in front of the computer's monitor with a cup of joe....

... as I was sitting around this morning, I was watching, as I have a million times, a wayward moth attempt to camouflage himself against the glass... casually sipping my coffee and pondering the Great Scheme of It All, a large, colorful blue bird appeared just outside... it hovered for a split second... and then delicately plucked the poor beastie from the screen...

... quick and painless... but still, he was breakfast for a fellow traveler.. breakfast at the blogroom window... I can certainly think of worse ways to go...

... strange, eh?.... see, I was talking to someone the other day about my current age and I said something off-hand... a remark that I have thought about quite a bit since.. the party involved asked me how old I was... and without giving them a number, I simply said... "I'm the same age as Jesus."... crazy how that just rolls off the tongue, right?...

.. damn... never mind... that train of thought was heading no where...

.... but hey, I was just watching a show on Trekkies (or Trekkers depending on how bent you are), and I was laughing.... knee-slapping, belly-emptying, knee-crawling laughs.... it was a horrid scene....

... but it's all cool... it seems that when viewed out of context, we see them all as freaks... dressing their Chihuahuas in engineering uniforms.... learning to speak Klingon... wishing they had the cash to have their ears doctored to look like Spock's... the Wife and I were having a good ole time laughing at them until the sudden realization hit.. WE are TREKKIES... we love the shows.. sure, we don't have a million collectibles hanging around, but we can tell you what a damn Jeffries Tube is....

... and damn it, it wasn't so funny anymore... instead, we felt an unusual but strongly poignant pang of self-awareness....

... as with many things, though, there is a problem... somewhere in this post, there is a point.. be it getting older, comparing yourself to Jesus, laughing at your own foibles, or forgetting what the hell you were talking about... hey, just pick one... that's what we always end up doing anyway, right?..

... wait.... don't answer that... it is most definitely a trick question...

by Eric on July 08, 2006 | Bullshit (5) | TrackBack (0) | Thinking
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I don't have a screen on the window by my computer so the bugs and such attack the window directly. I had a gigantic flying bug scrabbling in the corner trying to break through the sash. I thought I was in a Godzilla movie for a minute. Scary....

Bullshitted by Libby on July 8, 2006 10:22 AM

Deep stuff, Eric. That's a lot to be thinking about on a Saturday morning...

Bullshitted by Richmond on July 8, 2006 11:47 AM

I'm amazed that you can think so clearly in the morning. We have a sunroom, which is a mass of windows. There are screens on the bottom portion, but the top is a free for all. Quite often, I go in there in the mornings, with my cuppa joe and a good book, only to find myself looking at tree frogs, plastered up against the glass as if they had been glued.

And then there are the birds, poor things...who don't realize that the glass serves as a barrier. Most, after a time of wobbling about, can fly away. But not until the dogs are done terrorizing them.

Bullshitted by Moogie on July 8, 2006 07:13 PM

I usually tell people, my son especially, that at times I feel as old as Methuselah. Not many people get the reference. I'd like to be there when my son covers Methuselah in his Sunday school bible class. I'd love to see him struggle with trying to figure out if I really am that old.

BTW, being a former minister's daughter I know how old Jesus really was when he died, and it wasn't 30 like most people think!

Bullshitted by michele on July 9, 2006 12:52 AM

How old was Jesus? I'd always been taught 33.

And as for Methuselah, totally understand. I get out of bed and my husband yells at me for having Rice Crispies in bed.

And bugs...YUCK. All of them. I have a herd of cats, and soon a herd of kids to eat those so I don't have to deal with 'em...ugh.

Bullshitted by Beatle412 on July 9, 2006 05:01 AM