"You will find as you grow older that the first thing needful to make the world a tolerable place to live in is to recognize the inevitable selfishness of humanity. You demand unselfishness from others, which is a preposterous claim that they should sacrifice their desires to yours. Why should they? When you are reconciled to the fact that each is for himself in this world, you will ask less from your fellows."
W. Somerset Maugham
I am alone this morning, as S has gone off for a day with her friends. ABC's This Week is on the kitchen tv. The round table is blathering on. It is amazing how these media folks misread and misunderstand everything they look at. "Is Progressivism Dead?" No. It is not dead. Do our elections swing back and forth like a pendulum. The Mr. Coffee is bubbling away over by the toaster. The heavy downpour of last night has stopped and the streets are dry. I had to clean the downspout again, which I do by taking a small broom and probing it with the handle until the clog breaks and the water pours freely. I need to have someone there to warn me that I will fall and break my neck, etc., of course, or I can't do it properly. It is fifty years since Kennedy was elected president, they are saying as I type. Where has the time gone in the interval? So that means that it is forty-seven years since Kennedy was assassinated. When I think about it, the years 1960-2010 were essentially the years of my productive adult life, with a few years before and a few years afterward. Hmmm. And I don't know how productive those years were, either, just that they were my chances and choices. Time for a cuppa.
Have you noticed how possessive we can get over things that are not really ours. For the second time, a woman had snuck her way onto the NuStep machine that is my primary exercise goal at the athletic club. It was empty when I went into the room, as is usually the case, so I went over to a stationary bicycle by the window and did a mile doing the pedal thing. Then I turned to do my hour on the NuStep, and guess what, that woman was right there on MY machine. I wanted to go up to her and tell her how brazen she was. She also uses the machine in a silly and useless manner. I went over to the treadmill and put in a some yardage there, all the time just seething at this "person" who had the gall to be on MY machine. Then I just left. We can make enemies without even knowing it, can't we?