Nothing, Something, Everything...

Well, today I have nothing I feel like writing about. Although, I guess writing about nothing could be considered writing about something. But there's no way that writing about nothing could be confused with writing about everything. Writing about everything would be impossible, I think. Plus, it would take a very long time. Probably more than one lifetime. On the other hand, writing about nothing should be easy, and take no time at all. However, I do know a few people who can talk about nothing for hours. So I suppose it would be possible to write about nothing for a very long time, also. But it would definitely be quite boring to read. It does seem a little confusing, if not complicated, doesn't it? Or maybe it's just me.
Anyway, to summarize: writing about nothing could be considered writing about something but would probably be very boring for the reader. So it's probably better to write about something, but first one has to have something to write about. Writing about everything is just unthinkable, if it's at all possible, unless one is writing about everything that is only of concern to the writer. In which case, it would probably be very boring for everyone else, and so would be the same as writing about nothing.
And that, is all I have to say about that.

No Worries, No Headaches

Do not worry if the post I did earlier today was too much for you. As sometimes happens, I got a bit "carried away", or went somewhat "overboard" (went too far) with my writing about mythology. So, if you can understand some, or most of it, great. But don't give yourself a headache. I will keep it simpler next time, and as I said, hopefully a bit less serious. Hope everyone is, and stays, well...

~Problems are Small, Life is Huge~

Most of the time when our apple carts are upset, it is of no real importance. Mere (just) bumps in the road. (Refer to the last post (entry) in the blog about apple carts, in case you didn't read it, and don't understand the reference). At those times when we become upset, we lose sight of the big picture.
Two days ago my insurance company refused to pay for a perscription for an ointment I have been using for eczema (very sensitive and dry skin) for years. I let it upset me more than I should have. I realize now I will just have to find something else to use, but at the time I became depressed and angry. How silly of me. It really is nothing earth shattering (no big deal).
I read a quote by Robert Redford (for those that don't recognize the name, he is a very famous actor and movie director) in the paper today: "I believe in mythology. I guess I share Joseph Campbell's notion that a culture or society without mythology would die, and we're close to that."
Mythology is a body or framework of myths. Myths are stories or beliefs that may or may not be true, that explain our world, our history, and the meaning of our lives. The Chinese culture has an elaborate (large and complicated) mythology going back into the long history of China. The most studied mythology in classical education is Greek Mythology.
Joseph Campbell is an authority and expert on mythology and has written many books, some extremely well known and well read, about mythology. His books are not only famous, but are used in many college, and some high school, courses of study.
To me, the importance in mythology is that it not only adds meaning to our lives, but it also adds mystery, magic, and wonder to our lives. It gives us a big, no, make that huge, picture to look at, so those little apple cart upsets, or small bumps in the road, look even more insignificant (small, of no importance).
One of the big problems we face with all our scientific progress and new technology, is that our cultures and societies are losing all our old mythology, but we are not creating a new one. And I also believe in Joseph Campbell's notion that we need mythology for our cultures and societies to survive.
Anyway, this is a subject that could be talked or written about for a very long time. This is probably too long for you, and probably boring as well.
Tomorrow I will write about something not so serious, and hopefully more interesting for you.

Don't Let the Horse Run Away with Your Apple Cart

There is an old idiom (expression) first recorded in 1788, 'Don't upset the apple cart.' An apple cart was a small open wagon, similar to a wheelbarrow, but much bigger, and could be pushed by hand, or sometimes pulled by a horse. And, of course, it would be piled high with apples. With me so far?
Now, for any of my friends from the Library who are struggling to learn English, please remember: if you have difficulty with any of these crazy blog entries or posts, take notes, and then when we go back to the Library, please feel free to ask me any questions you like. You can also email me at callmejack3@sbcglobal.net.
Anyway, back to the apple cart. Now, the word upset can be used to describe physical illness, such as, I have an upset stomach. Meaning you are sick to your stomach, or possibly feel nauseous. Upset can also mean you are emotionally distressed. Something either is stressing you out, depressing you, or making you mad/angry.
Originally, upsetting the apple cart meant you were disturbing or interferring with the 'status quo' (which would be how things usually work, normal everyday activity), or with someone's plans. If you upset someone's apple cart (such as shake it, or bump into it), well, apples go everywhere. I think you get the idea.
We can also have our own apple carts upset. Our 'apple cart' would represent our plans and the smooth running of our lives.
So tomorrow I will write about a couple of my more recent apple cart disturbances. In the meantime (from now until then), don't let your horse run away with your apple cart. Or, in other words, don't let anything upset you too much. And, of course, stay out of trouble...

The Magic Is All Around Us

A friend of mine said we should be more like children. He was referring to the fact that children learn much quicker than adults. I am afraid that as adults, to learn as quickly as children is not possible. But I do agree that we should be more like children.
It would be a wonderful thing to be able to see the world with new eyes every day, as if the world were brand new. As a child I could see the magic of life all around me. As we get older we seem to lose this ability to see the wonder and splendor of the world. But it's still there. It has not gone away. We have just stopped seeing it.
So maybe we do need to be more like children. And maybe, we need to stop being so caught up in our own individual worries and concerns, and take the time to really look around us in order to see the magic that surrounds us as we go about our lives. There is so much in the world to appreciate, and to treasure.
I am not always as thankful as I should be. The world is an amazing place. We should not waste this great gift, but give it all the appreciation we can.

Edgar Likes to Yell

My friend Edgar, who is a bird, likes to yell when he hears one of two things. The first is a siren. It doesn't matter whether it is a police siren, a siren on a firetruck, or an ambulance. But when he hears one, even if it's on tv, he gets all excited and starts yelling. I don't know what he thinks is making that noise, but he's got to yell at it. For all I know he might believe it's some large and unusual bird. The other sound he gets excited about is the sound of someone whistling, but especially when its coming from the tv. Something I've noticed recently is that more commercials on tv have someone whistling in the background, much to the delight of Edgar.
We all need something to get excited about once in awhile, and Edgar doesn't get out much. In fact, he doesn't get out at all. So I don't hold it against him (get mad at him, or hold a grudge) when he does some yelling. Well, most of the time that is.
He does have one bad habit. When I am talking on the phone for a few minutes, he starts whistling and making loud bird calls. He even likes to get right up to the telephone and start yelling into it. I guess he just wants to be part of the conversation. But it is a little tough on the ears of the person on the other end of the phone line, as well as my own.
He is a very good bird and companion, however. A bit weird (strange, different), but I love him anyway. And being kind of weird myself, how can I hold that against him...

Where, Oh, Where, Has My Little Dog Gone?

The title is actually a title of a song. I, however, am not speaking of my little dog, but my abundant youthful energy. I seem to have misplaced it. I have looked everywhere, but I simply cannot find it. I wish I could buy some, or acquire some in some other easy manner (way), but it seems it is not to be. As the French say, C'est la vie (such is life).
My energy seems to run (come & go) in cycles. I may have 2 or 3, sometimes 4 or 5, days with a relatively good to (occasionally) excellent energy level, and then 1 or 2 days when everything I do seems to be a struggle, including, but not limited to, getting out of bed, getting dressed, going out my front door, etc., etc...
It is usually best for me if I use these low (sometimes very low) energy days to rest. Sometimes, like today, these are good days to read for pleasure (enjoyment), and try to give King Edgar (for those of you who don't know, King Edgar the Magnificent is a cockatiel, the smallest member of the parrot family of birds, who is also my responsibilty and my master. I am but his humble servant) as much attention as I can. Other days, I don't even have the energy to concentrate enough to read, so I watch a lot of bad t.v., and, you guessed it, give King Edgar all the attention he demands.
Is there a lesson here? I think so. To take advantage of those days when I have the energy, and to allow myself the rest and relaxation I need on those days when I can't find any energy to speak of.
And, of course, to never waste energy unnecessarily, which means, I must do my best to stay out of trouble...