Things Fall Apart: It’s Scientific

One of my very favorite sci-fi titles ever was "What Entropy Means to Me".

The bottom line on the estate issue is that the old childhood home, to which I planned on retiring and living out my dottage, will be sold. The insurance company has forced our hand by refusing to insure an empty home, and I can't buy it now.

Many years ago, my professional portfolio was stolen out of the trunk of my car*. It was simultaneously the most frightening and the most liberating thing that ever happened to me, career-wise. This is sort of the same.

I don't want to give up the house, but the RLA and I will be able to retire wherever we wish, and if our wish turns out to be my home town, then we can find our own dream house, and not my parents'.

Still, this is the third or fourth family home that we've had to close, and had to say goodbye to, when we really would rather have lived in it.

If there is one thing of which I am sure beyond all doubts, it is that the universe will unfold as the universe will unfold and no amount of wishing, dreaming or planning can change the course of time.

So. What can I do instead of trying to change the universe? I can appreciate the universe as it reveals itself to me.
I was so enamoured of this guy's hoodie that I actually asked him permisssion to photograph it. I usually just take pictures, figuring if someone is out in public looking like that, or doing that, then it should be no skin off their nose(s) if I take a picture.



Those shiny studs? It took me a minute to figure out what they were: the metal guards from the tops of bic cigarette lighters. Removed. Attached. Voila. Art.

How cool is this?



* from the trunk of my car as it sat in the parking lot at Tobacco Road. Figures.