The Quiet before the Storm

Raining Wednesdays

It's raining Wednesdays

Quiet Wednesdays

Thoughtful Wednesdays

Subdued Wednesdays

Remembering Wednesdays

Patterns on the ground

Circles of random Wednesdays




After We Turn the Engine Off

After we turn the engine off

After we've been travelling for some time

When everything's gotten quiet

When we're at anchor

I can hear time and sometimes rain

Falling on the wheelhouse roof

Invisible

She sits on an unroofed bench

Perched on a book inside a freezer bag

It's lightly raining

In front of her cars are lined up at a light

They're stretched down the street farther than anyone can see

It's early fall

Some, maybe most of those people in their cars in that line

Are cursing the light, cursing the rain, cursing the backup

It's almost twilight

She sits perched on a freezer bagged book waiting for a bus

There's a rainbow arching through the sky beyond the cars

Much honking is going on

She's watching the cars, listening to the honking, admiring the sky

Sketching in a damp little book



You Bitch!

"I'm not trying to categorize you or anything", she said, "It's just that people who have got it, really flaunt it."

I was on a walk with Ripley the Wonder Dog, and I overheard this snipit of conversation as Ripley and I passed two young women walking their dog.

"How do you react to a sentence like that?

"You conniving, manipulative, over self-estimating bitch!" is the only "proper" response and then you continue...

To begin with

The mere matter

That you first pointed out

That what you were about to say

Could possibly be thought of as a categorization

And that I might think there was a possibility

You

May have been attempting to place

Me

There

Points out quite clearly

Where

Your Mind

Is

Thank you. Good day.

Always be polite.

This Is Crap

The theory is first there's chaos

Then, as things settle down, you have

Ideally "Controlled chaos"

As more time passes

As things settle

To the bottom

Then you have entropy

At entropy you have succeeded in decay

It's a visual

Decay working it's way through the fabric of entropy

Until eventually

It falls through

Out to the other side

And turns into chaos again

Rock a bye Baby

On the Tree Top

You can see this theory at work in

Societies

Governments

Civilizations

Systems

And relationships

You extend the theory to study and understand

Why?

Some societies, governments, systems, relationships

Succeed longer than others

And you find it's the ability

To control

The chaos

Control it in such a way that the inevitable entropy

The wearing through of the fabric Is delayed

Keep the chaos going

But in a controlled manner




Or is it the other way round?

Includes:Hard Feelings