If only...

...we could all do this. Wouldn't that be nice?? Lounging carelessly on the nice, soft blanky on the sofa. Not a care in the world. Your snuggle buddy right beside you. Knowing that when you wake up, there will be a plate of food ready for you in the kitchen. Knowing that all of your needs would be met at your demand.

Yep, it would be nice. If only...

Precarious Position

Ever feel like that? Like you are in a precarious position?


Webster's definition or precarious:


pre-car-i-ous -adjective
1. dependent on circumstances beyond one's control; uncertain; unstable; insecure: a precarious livelihood.
2. dependent on the will or pleasure of another; liable to be withdrawn or lost at the will of another: He held a precarious tenure under an arbitrary administration.
3. exposed to or involving danger; dangerous; perilous; risky: the precarious life of an underseas diver.
4. having insufficient, little, or no foundation: a precarious assumption.



Precarious. I think I'm feeling like that right now. I have several other friends that are feeling the same way. I think of Ben, Jen, Chase, JB, and many others, all dealing with life issues that fit within this definition.


Gracie, bless her heart, doesn't seem to know that her basket could fall at any minute. She's completely content, unaware that she's on the verge, the very precipice. No, all is well in her little world. But, in fact, she's in quite a precarious position. And oblivious to it.

You know, I think that those of us that are feeling like we are in a precarious position, would probably much prefer to be completely oblivious of it. I envy Gracie right now.

Think About It

Written VERY early last Saturday morning...

I find myself once again up too early on a Saturday morning watching Marty Stouffer's Wild America. I was caught up in the story of the mating rituals of the Spruce Grouse, also known as the Franklin's Grouse.

The male grouse spends it's days jumping from trees in what is called "flutter flights" trying to get the attention of a female. One male jumps and flutters to the ground, making as much noise as possible and clapping its wings up over his back making a sound like a gunshot, then another male does the same. All the while, they are being observed by a female. After a period of days, or even weeks, the female finally makes her choice and joins the male in his territory.

At this point, the combs over the male's eyes begin to swell with blood and turn bright red. After a few more days of him performing a strutting fan tail dance, they finally mate.

Now, here's the kicker. After all the effort the male has put in to attracting the female, once they mate, she goes back to her own space, makes a nest, has the babies and raises the brood on her own. If she happens to wander back into his turf, he will run her off.

It is interesting to me how creatures of all species have certain parallels. Think about it. A male going out of his way to show out, impress and win the admiration and love of a female, only to leave her on her own when he succeeds in winning the prize.

That's not to say that all males are prone to this behavior, but look around. There are an awful lot of females raising broods on their own...

Negligent

I have been seriously negligent in updating my blog while vacationing and holidaying (not a word, but it works for me). This is partly due to lack of time and partly due to lack of an inspiration, but I'm going to try to do better this week.

Something hit me last night that I wanted to blog about, but I don't remember what it was. I need to start writing those things down.

So...I'll try to make up for my negligence this week.