Eat Up
28 October 2007
Everybody wants pie. Let them eat cake. You’re gonna wake up and see the sun anyway, so you might as well just set the alarm a little earlier for a good breakfast before work. So many choices. It’s so hard to decide if you’re getting ahead of the game or slacking back. So many are not satisfied and perhaps it’s always been so. Get off the couch if you want thinner thighs. Don’t drink lattes before bed if you don’t want panic attacks. Ahh, the smell of bacon. Imagine the perfectly browned crispiness with just enough fat on it chewiness, against a gleaming white Biltmore room service plate with golden flaky over-medium eggs and a perfect strawberry garnish. Then go back three degrees. One degree from plate to truck. Another degree from truck to bacon freezer. And a third degree from bacon freezer to unsuspecting mammal confronting a sharp object. Mmmm, bacon. Still love it, but realize that a respect for the source is paramount. Think of water. When the source gets too far, our demise gets too close. And then there’s Paul Simon. He knows. He helps me not worry.”These are the days of miracles and wonder… These are the days of lasers in the jungle…” Our demise is always inevitable and we will always survive the inevitable. We will crawl out of the mud again as our ancestors have for all ages. The end of days is here for someone everyday. Every day, a spouse walks into a pool cabana of lusty betrayal, or a child watches a grandparent fade from Parkinson’s. We struggle… Sometimes. We think it’s the end of the world. We are periodically, but temporarily blinded to the gift of sunlight. Most of all, we forget the tender love that Jim and Pam exemplify on NBC’s The Office. It is a love that has persevered through the obstacles of poor timing, jealousy, and sorrow… and now blossoms. Jim and Pam give me hope. I could easily whine more about my personal conflict with bacon, and endless wars. Today, my heart wants to stay open to everything and everybody. I am grateful that NBC can still come to me free of charge, via rabbit ears duct taped to a 25-dollar color TV from Alpha Thrift. I am grateful for the love of Jim and Pam. Have a nice day, world.
