Ritchie: > A life of sisyphusistic nut lugging, while threatened by dogs, foxes, fleas, > eagles, snakes and rabies? Sisyphusistic? The sound of that does damage to my soul. A shudder shudders through my body at the sound of it. Until I said that word to myself, I had not believed anything in existence could be intrinsically evil. I have changed my mind. Please don't ever use that word again. Please. Now, on to squirrelly concerns. Andy admires squirrels. That doesn't surprise me, I admire them too. They are industrious, whereas I'm plainly not. I was taught that I should be, and I agree that I should be, but it's just not in me. For that reason, I admire it in others. I don't envy them their industriousness, I just admire it. Like the old joke: "I love work. I could watch it for hours." What does surprise me is how many people hate squirrels. "Bushy-tailed rats," they call them, and laugh seeing them fried on electrical transformers or as roadkill or as cat capture. People can be so cruel. I not only admire squirrels, I'm grateful to them, they remind me of how I could be if I had any character. They make me realise that nobility is latent in me, and that if I'd just reform my life, I could be all noble like, and just the awareness of that potential in me makes me feel noble enough that I don't feel any urgency about reformation. I am very, very grateful to squirrels. People who hate squirrels -- I don't know. They're probably industrious souls who resent squirrels for reminding them how much fun they're missing out on. Mike Geary thinking about things I should be doing in Memphis ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html