Ozark Oddments: Flashback 1: Gettin' out.

Monday, February 02, 2009

Flashback 1: Gettin' out.

Instead of just hunkering down for a couple of days after a ice and snow storm has hit, my husband seems to have a compulsion to go to town for no real reason except, I guess, to prove that he can. Someone I e-mail regularly lives in Vermont and says his dad does the same thing. He thinks it has to do with refusing to accept restrictions on one's ability to roam freely.

The truck was so iced up that Richard couldn't get the doors open, so he started up the Toyota, which was in the garage, and went to town - without a shovel, mind you. He got stuck twice in piles of snow and ice that the city trucks had left. Fortunately, one of the city workers happened by while he was struggling and helped him get free.

Next morning he decided he would put the snow tires on the truck and go to town. And he got out the rubber mallet and went to work.

Whap whap whap...

Whap, whap...

Whap.... whap.... whap.

And he went to town.... for no reason at all.

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Thoughts to ponder

Most of us go through life so absorbed in the cocoon of ourselves that we rarely stop to consider the other. Of course, we think that we do; indeed, we may pride ourselves on our capacity for empathy; we may be considerate and thoughtful in our dealings with others, but how often do we stand before them. so to speak, and experience what it is to be them?--Domenica Macdonald

The Unbearable Lightness of Scones, by Alexander McCall
Smith

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Living is like tearing through a museum. Not until later do you really start absorbing what you saw, thinking about it, looking it up in a book, and remembering -- because you can't take it in all at once. --Audrey Hepburn

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I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all, I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.--Agatha Christie

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Life can be wildly tragic at times, and I've had my share. But whatever happens to you, you have to keep a slightly comic attitude. In the final analysis, you have got not to forget to laugh.--Katharine Hepburn

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One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and, if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words.”
― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Wilhelm Meister's Apprenticeship

"Two people... told me that the word "Christian" would turn people off. I wouldn't mind if to be a Christian were accepted as being the dangerous thing which it is. I wouldn't mind if, when a group of Christians meet for bread and wine, we might well be interrupted and jailed for subversive activities. I wouldn't mind if, once again, we were being thrown to the lions. I do mind, desperately, that the word "Christian" means for so many people smugness, and piosity, and holier-than-thoughness. Who, today, can recognize a Christian because of "how those Christians love one another"?--Madeline L'Engle, "A Circle of Quiet"