August 21, 2021 by sandwichcontrol
With some people and a lost dog.
The word of the day is: Protection.
|[ pruh-tek-shuhn ]|
the act of protecting or the state of being protected; preservation from injury or harm.
a thing, person, or group that protects:
This vaccine is a protection against disease.
Insurance. coverage (def. 1).
money paid to racketeers for a guarantee against threatened violence.
bribe money paid to the police, politicians, or other authorities for overlooking criminal activity.
Yesterday was the hectic end to a hectic week.
Except that it hasn’t ended.
And today and tomorrow will be equally hectic.
Do you ever just wonder why?
Not anything specifically.
It’s just the tiniest of ideas that encompasses so very much.
I wondered why last night while I was waiting for a dog to show back up.
I was eating a greasy bag of mashed Subway cookies, sitting on the tailgate of my truck, and I just asked why.
I kind of expected a reply of “Because.”
But instead I got a “Why not?”
It was a fair answer-question to my question-question.
And I kinda answered back to the answer-question “I guess if we expect it to do a job, given that there are unpleasant side-effects to it doing the job, then it should do its fucking job.”
All the time.
Not just 90 percent of the time.
The side-effects aren’t 90 percent of the time.
I wasn’t thinking specifics.
I was thinking in general.
Whether it’s the president of the United States, a headache medicine, or a drain snake.
Hell, it could even be greasy bag of crumbled together Subway cookies.
(Or the way Sonic ice kinda tastes the way the inside of a Sonic smels.)
They should taste like a cookie.
(Not the ice. It should taste like ice.)
They should not taste like 90 percent cookie and 10 percent the way a Subway smells.
(Also applies to the ice sub-conversation.)
[Not sub like a sandwich from Subway. But sub as in it is occurring back here in the nether regions of this post.]
Perhaps I’m being naive or idealistic.
Perhaps this is what happens to person after a long week of busting ass.
Perhaps this is what happens when the medicine you’re taking to prevent headaches lets you get headaches.
All I know is that these were the thoughts I had last night.
And now you have them.
Today I am working.
And then maybe bowling with the kids?
See ya’ tomorrow.
More soon. ~SC
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