My god, it is beautiful today. The sun is creeping into all the spaces it can find, puddling and painting everything with gold. And it is cold. We're about to run out of gas and the gas guy is supposed to come this morning and I surely hope he does. I think so often about what it must have been like to live in this house back when it was built over a hundred and fifty years ago and how it must have been almost a full-time job in the winter, keeping the fires going and I wonder who chopped all that wood. There were six fireplaces, SIX! and that's not counting whatever they used in the kitchen which was detached from the house. And where was the outhouse and the chicken coop and the pig pen? Surely there was a pig pen. And a smoke house? And a garden? There must have been.
We are so lazy now, we humans of the modern world. We get in our autos and drive to the grocery and buy our vegetables, our pork, our fruit, our breads, our grains, our coffee. An entire planet's worth of agriculture and food production right there on the shelves for us to buy.
I was standing in the grocery store yesterday trying to decide what sort of tortillas to buy to make my chicken enchiladas and I almost broke down. There must have been at least three dozen different kinds of tortillas. The small corn ones, the large flour ones. The low-carb, high-fiber ones. Can those even be called tortillas? Just because they are round and flat doesn't make them anything that an actual Mexican would recognize as a tortilla.
Our over-abundance of food and the ease with which we can acquire it is such a blessing and also, we must admit, a curse. Obesity and diabetes were probably NOT a problem when it was a life-long struggle to consume a few more calories than were expended in producing and cooking the food we ate. And let us not forget the hauling of water. I lived in a house once with no running water and had to pump the water we used from a hand pump out back and believe me- I will never forget it. How did people do it? We like to thing we're so advanced now with our technology and our sciences and our every damn thing and we wouldn't last a fucking month if we couldn't get to the grocery store, if we didn't have electricity. I think a Neanderthal could learn to use an iPad a hell of a lot quicker than I could figure out how to feed myself if I were thrown back into the world the Neanderthal lived in. Or, well, even the world the people lived in who built this house.
All right. That's enough useless ruminating. I have to take my dogs to the groomer and how freaking ridiculous is that? These dogs will never die. Never. I will keel over and die myself and they will come and sniff my corpse and then probably pee on it. Then they'll go curl up and scratch their fleas.
And who will take them to the groomer then, I ask you?
Good morning from Lloyd. It is a beautiful day. I drink the rest of my smoothie from a glass. It has five kinds of fruit and yogurt in it. After I take the dogs, I need to take a walk because I did nothing to grow that fruit or harvest it and I did not milk a cow or a goat to make the yogurt and my body was constructed to do those things or something like them and quite honestly, it needs the physical activity more than it needs the fruit. And then I will take a shower in hot water which runs miraculously through pipes and appears at the twist of a wrist.
And I will not take that for granted.