I was talking to a friend last night: a person of considerable talents; a person of deep and ingrained social beliefs; a person with a desire to improve the world or at least some part of it; a very serious person but a person with a highly developed sense of the absurd; a person I respect - a lot.
The conversation has made me slightly uneasy because it reminded me that, in my youth, I too wanted to change parts of the world. I had never felt the need nor desire to challenge my parents (who allowed us freedom on the tacit understanding that we never turned that freedom into licence) but I challenged the establishment of my small world in local government. I still have strong(ish) beliefs and hope that I also still have my sense of social and personal integrity. However I no longer have the desire to challenge nor to change as I once did.
I do, though, still have a sense of the absurd. So when our conversation ended I wondered to myself what had happened in my world during the day that was of any significance. This is what it all boiled down to:
|Boiled down to!! I put three eggs in to boil and one exploded: big bang too!|
|Catriona thought that my thumbs were both weird and awesome.|
|Martin decided to cut down the 2 1/2 year old gum tree behind The Cottage - they grow at a fantastic rate and height (and there is already a complete paddock of mature ones ready for felling for firewood).|
|This morning it is no more.|
|and the second trailer load is filled with the remnants|
|In the meantime I have a dead ride-on mower at the front of The Cottage|
And I played a croquet match. My day was full from start to finish. But of what? Insignificant trifles.