Justin: In the Feast of Being Able to. Amen.

A Terrible Place For Nuts

I’m intrigued by the reactions to my last post. Only one person has said that they appreciated it, but they pointed out a consequential indictment of not.

It wasn’t my intention to condemn… only to convey how self-centered I am by judging what is right only by myself as the standard, and moreover by using myself as the sole proof text to other people.

That was my main thought.

I don’t mean to say that if you believe in something strongly, you shouldn’t argue for it, nor even include yourself as some part of the evidence to support your assertion.

I think that specific actions which produce certain corollary results are valuable as indicators of the wisdom or foolishness of certain behavioral patterns. But I’m just not supposed to form my absolutes upon chance happenings, circumstantial evidence, or tiny subject pools, yet I do and I’d say it’s pandemic.

As my father is fond of saying, even a blind squirrel finds a nut once in a while.

Which leads me to my next story. During the snow two weeks ago, I was driving back from lunch one day, carefully and slowly. As I passed through the neighborhoods nearing the office, I see a squirell up ahead in a yard. He is intently doing something in the snow, and as I near him I see it. This little guy is doing his dead level best to lift the steel lid from the water control valve in this front yard.

Pull, move to left.
Pull, move to the right.
Pull, sniff sniff sniff

He never even looked up as I drove right by.

I suddenly had a vision of him last fall, giggling as he poked his nuts through the little key hole.

Which reminds me of another story.

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