I woke up today to the sound of Big Fluffy Orange (a giant teddy bear looking cat I just named this minute) and another cat making kittens in a yard nearby. It actually sounded like a person’s impersonation of annoying cat meows until I realized it wasn’t stopping. Shudder.
You ever have one of those most beautiful days off because surely shit is going down at work and you don’t have to face it? I’m there. Why? Well, say you work for a boot factory, assuming boots are ever made domestically anymore. That boot factory decides they are no longer making boots. “How will we make money? What are the odds this plant won’t shut down?” are your most probable questions. See also: “Why are we held accountable to attain last year’s budgets or 10% higher when the product/service we make half our money on will be discontinued?” We’re going through something similar where I work. And while I’m sure to be smacked in the face it all again tomorrow, I am enjoying a day free of it.
I’m reading The Help, as I’ve mentioned. How horrible people were to each other at one time. (They still are, just to a much less awful degree.) It makes me sick and sad to think about, but enlightened as well. If it weren’t for books and movies, there would be little hope for anyone of our time to realize the pain (and joy, if applicable) of other times. I’m not a big movie-goer, in fact I hate most of the crap they hash out lately, but if an idea can actually reach a mass audience that way and hope to educate them even through a fictional story about a real time, I’m all for it. It’s a good book. Read it. Or watch the movie, which I can’t attest to just yet but it won some awards so that’s got to mean something in some world.
