You’ve read about mutilated livestock and it’s always speculated that those dastardly extra-terrestrials were likely to blame. I wonder… do they ever find human’s with their organs mysteriously removed with surgical precision? If not, I find that highly suspicious.  

I watched a woman in high heels teetering along the asphalt parking lot with the focus and easy determination of a Barnum’s stilt-walking clown. I get that the extra height has a slimming effect and that the look is considered attractive in western culture. 

Still, I always wonder why. Who was the first person who decided making shoes that balance atop a spike was a good idea?

Wouldn’t it be funny to discover the original inventor was a male, and the only desired result was to make it harder for women to run away? 

A friend sent me a note listing other foods believed to have psychoactive properties. Listed along with pure cacao chocolate was avacado, assorted nuts, etc.   

Some items I couldn’t locate, but I packed up all I could find as a lunch and road my motorcycle to this lovely park to dine alone under a large willow tree.  

I am feeling quite euphoric to be honest. So maybe there’s something to it. Or, perhaps it’s just the fact I’m waking in the Springtime sunshine after a fancy lunch in a park along the lake among the willows. 

I know people who work very hard all of the time. I mean ALL of the time. They set goals, budget their time, and spend their time and resources wisely. And, they all have such nice things to show for it. Expensive toys, huge houses, movie contracts, employees, etc. In a few years they’ll be all set to spend their last years in this life without a financial care in the world. How much time do we all have is unknown, but rest assured… if the clock doesn’t run out early, they’ll be sittin’ pretty.  

Me? I’m wasting time meandering around a lovely park nibbling on dark chocolate and thinking of opening a bottle of cheap red wine with no money in my pocket and nothing to show for my time. What the Hell is wrong with me?! I should be working hard, stocking up, buying stuff, upgrading and amassing wealth.

Let’s just say we all live to 100 years old or better and at 90 we’re reflecting on our lives. Will we be proud of all the time we spent drawing up contracts, movin’, shakin’ and closin’ the deal? Or, will we wonder what life would have been if we’d chosen to forgo status and wealth for more moments studying a ladybug crawling on our arm or skipping stones across a river?

Maybe tomorrow I’ll awaken from my careless slumber and make something of my life just like all of those “winners” do… provided it’s not too late. 

For now, until I waken… I think I’ll take another stroll along the shoreline and see if I might find a ladybug tea party and suitable skipping stone.