May 2, 2006

• Nasrudin Rides Again!
  
  
  
  Nasrudin was a Persian sage
  and mystic, as famous for his absent-mindedness as for his
  wisdom.  For instance, one day he was seen riding around in the
  local market place on his horse, dashing madly this way and that. 
  Someone asked him what he was doing.  He replied,”I’m looking for
  my horse.”
  
  
  I can relate.  I often
  do stuff like that.  As I write, my favorite cap is somewhere in
  my SUV, lost in the clutter of knives and videos and empty bags and car
  parts and sacks of trail mix and kitty litter  and a bottle of baby shampoo and books–it
  has been lost for over a week–no recovery date in sight.
  
  
  
  This morning, I outdid
  myself.  This is a day off–as I write, I am at SuSu’s comp–I
  came way up the valley to deliver some groceries and drop off my winter
  tires for summer storage and most of all, to vote.  I take that
  right seriously.
  
  Anyway, for breakfast, I
  eschewed my usual cold cereal to chew on eggs and spuds and ham, all
  carefully nuked in the same disposeable bowl.  As I finished
  eating, and started licking the fork clean, I realized I had used the
  wrong fork.  I live with over a dozen cats, and I own four forks–
  two forks for me, and two forks for dishing out their cat food. 
  Their forks NEVER get washed.  I had eaten with one of them–the
  funny taste as I was licking it clean was crusted-on, molding 
  cat  food..
  
  
  
  The funny feeling in my tummy has passed.  I guess I’ll live.
  
  
  
  Learn, no–live, yes.

  • 5:33 pm
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