the universe, time and nuts…

astronaut time universe

The universe is big.  Apparently.  So big that to wrap one’s head around it would take a lot of heads… and still there would be parts uncovered.

My universe is relatively small.  I like to keep it that way so my perspective remains somewhat within my… perspective.   Spending my time thinking that there’s something so big out there really does me no good here.  Sure, I begin to understand my miniscule place in this place and maybe a bit of humility… but in the end I still need to get my nuts in before winter.  If I don’t do that, is the universe gonna help a squirrel out?

Lately Frank has been drawing us in these astronaut helmets.  He’s been doing it A LOT.  You haven’t seen anything yet.  It makes me wonder… would wearing a helmet around all day really be such a bad thing?  In a way we all do this anyway… we let the things we want to see and here in and the things that don’t just bounce off the helmet to hit someone or something else.  A helmet is a protector, a filter.  By Frank drawing them as he has, he’s saying that society is consciously shutting itself out.  If we don’t take our helmets off and explore who we are, and  who others are, the problems that we have will only grow.  Maybe even as big as the universe itself.  The helmet protects his world.  He’s safe with that helmet on.  When someone sees that helmet they can tell right away that he’s not to be bothered… or he can’t be bothered.  It’s actually pretty cool— in a simple sort of way.  I guess it’d have to be if I got it.

Or, maybe he just likes drawing us in astronaut helmets… and it’s just a phase.  Who knows?  I’ll ask him when his helmet is off.

Dear Winter…

winter

Ah Winter… I’ve only known you for a few days and already I really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really,really, really, really, really, really, really,really, really, really, really, really, really,really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really,really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really,really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really,really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really,really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really,really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really,really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really,really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really,really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really,really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really,really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really,really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really,really, really, really, really, really, really hate you.

standing up to lactose intolerance…

lactose intolerant

Lactose intolerance befuddles me.   It has to be a real pain when there are dairy products right in your name.  I know you can take the lactose out and/or substitute a substitute for the thing that makes you all… you know… but still.  Food allergies and certain conditions are serious problems that can really take the helium out of the balloon.  I am very fortunate my allergies consist solely of overwork and stupidity.

Would lactose intolerant caterpillars turn into something like a soy fly?  Is that even a thing?

holiday spirit to capacity…

holiday spirit

It wouldn’t be good to have my holiday spirit filled to over flowing…simply because if that were to happen, I’d be the only one to clean it up.  Holiday spirit is primarily comprised of glitter…multi-colored glitter.  I have a giant problem with glitter.  Glitter stays with you long after the sparkle of the day has passed.  Me being a fur bearing mammal is doubly bad… I don’t think I have to go into details…

If you see any of my holiday spirit on the floor, be sure to walk around it.  Nothing worse than slipping in it.  Trust me.

empty inside out…

empty

I’m sure you felt empty yesterday without me.  Even if you didn’t, I want to think you did…because that’s the type of needy squirrel I tend to be…this time of year.

Wait, that’s not entirely true… I’m pretty needy all the time.  I say that I don’t need any validation, but I do.  We all do.

I spent the majority of the day sitting on the couch, looking out the front window and eating clementines.  I didn’t have any moments of clarity, no big decisions made or struggled over… I just had the couch, the snow and the citrus.  Frank was in his little studio working away on something, but I think he was just watching british sitcoms on netflix and intermittently throwing some ink on paper.  I guess he’s entitled to a day of inertness too… he takes them SO frequently.

The man is a machine in the body of a aging geek waiting impatiently for that moment where and when the masses see the body of work he’s created and wonder, “Why the hell haven’t we seen this guy before… he;s been around FOREVER!” If that never happens, it’s unfortunate… but that doesn’t mean Frank will stop being that machine. Years from this day,  if the only thing left on the machine are two bolts, a rusty nut and a squeaky conveyor belt, Frank will still be making something with it.  Empty or not, he’ll still be there.

I smell like fruit salad.  I find that comforting.