Age of Aquarius

It is hard to believe that it has pretty much six months since my last regular blog in mid November. Sure I wrote one on December 5^th, but that was more of an oddity than anything else.

I should say that I have written blogs since; I just didn’t finish them or deleted it rather than post it. Yeah, I don’t get it either. I’m not even sure if this one will get posted.

I have been trying to work out why I just stopped writing, but so far I haven’t come up with a good reason. The best one is that I have slipped into a mild depression due to the recent geo-political climate of the world. Perhaps I have just reverted to my animal ancestry and decided that hibernation is a viable option for me. Now that it is spring, I can come out of my den and forage for new and interesting things to do.

 

I say spring, but I am looking out the window at a landscape covered in white with more snow falling. The weather asshole says that we will have double digit temperature for the next few days. God I hope they are right!

I was pretty sick last week and I am more or less better now. There are things that I need to do but I just don’t have the get up and go to get up and go do them. Maybe sun and warm will get me motivated. It doesn’t help that two of my three kids and their families are flying to warmer climates for the next week or so while I get to look after their dogs. I still like one of my kids…

It is pretty depressing when you pay attention to what is happening in the world politically. I have always known that politicians are self serving bastards but underneath the graft and corruption I wanted to believe they had the good of the city/province/country/world as an end goal. In the past ten years or so it has become about getting richer and re-elected without a core for the people who voted them into office. Someone found out that if you tell a lie with enough feeling and often enough then the people will believe you. What a horrific state we are in!

In my youth we sang songs and protested the power brokers of the time in the hopes that a better world would ensue. I didn’t really believe that we would change that generation, but I knew in my heart that when my generation came into power then we would build the world into the paradise it should be.

 

Well, for the most part the hippies became businessmen and lawyers, warehouse workers, office workers, farmers and some even became involved in politics. We were in position to change the world. Maybe we tuned out and turned on too much, because the world is pretty much the same now as it was forty years ago. There have been some baby steps made, but we still have racial and gender inequality, powerful people doing whatever they want and the bureaucracy is more complex now than it has ever been.

I had trouble spelling bureaucracy and spell check gave me burro rat. I should have left it.

 

Well, so much for the Age of Aquarius. My hope is that the calendar was off fifty years or so and it will start to make a better world for my grandkids.

Hide a Body

I have mentioned before that either I don’t dream often or I don’t remember the dreams that I have. Mostly…

The other morning I woke and remembered a somewhat odd dream. I was with two guys who were good friends, I didn’t know them, but I knew they were good friends. One of them had a problem; he had a body that he needed to get rid of. I like to think of myself as the kind of guy you can rely on to help move a body, not kill someone, that would be wrong but I am and would be more than happy to help my friends get rid of their problems.

That is how I would like to think of myself, but I prefer that the authorities don’t think of me when they find an unexplained body. So, in the dream I helped roll the body in a carpet and we tossed it into the back of a pickup truck. Surprisingly, even in a dream a body isn’t easy to toss into the back of a truck. It is dead weight after all. We got in the cab and drove for about a half hour over bumpy roads. I couldn’t help but feel sorry for the body in the back getting bounced around. Insult to injury.

We pulled into a large gravel pit, the idea being that we would drop the body down one of the large and hopefully bottomless holes that were found in dream gravel pits. The guy who was driving said that just across the road there was a great bar that served cheap beer and for some reason there were a lot of women that would go there to dance. The other guy said he could use a drink and they started to walk off leaving the truck in the middle of the gravel pit. I called out to the guys in a shouted whisper that we should get rid of the body first. He looked at me like I was nuts and told me in his best kindergarten teacher voice “That guy isn’t going anywhere…he’s dead!” They left for the bar.

It was at this point that I began to think maybe I should just walk home. No, if I am seen by anyone walking away from where a dead body is sure to be found, someone will remember a lone guy on the road. The trouble is I couldn’t go overland because I didn’t pay attention to which direction we came from. Shit!

I thought about stealing a car from the bar parking lot, but I don’t know how to steal a car and didn’t think that I had the time to Youtube learn how. Well, there was only one thing I could do and that is just what I did. I woke up.