Fall, Fall, Fall

Talked with friends at the U-Save pharmacy yesterday while medication information was computerised.

Learned that end-stage lung cancer does not end a mother's love of life and concern for her children.

Heard that in times past you could just tell the local Ford dealer you were ready to take delivery of whatever the latest model is that's equivalent to the last one you bought; they'd drive the new car to your house and take a check, no stack of paperwork or six-month waiting list for factory order required.

Local "boys," long since retired, sitting on a bench in the town square, remembered my 93-year young mother in-law teaching them a sixth grade subject in 1954. They were curious as to her dietary secret (no alcohol, no tobacco, small meals, no heavy stress on the musculoskeletal system, weekly bridge club, active religious life (multiple daily readings of familiar religious text, lots of praying and no worries)).

Times change. The perspective of better or worse belongs to those who think perspectively.

The faces of small towns change, often imperceptibly. Relatively quick changes cause consternation when seen as incomprehensible.

I can't go back to another time, not only because it's impossible but also because it never existed the way I imagined it did. All I want are the happy conveniences that we shared, modernised, of course.

We're locavores because we eat food off this planet, nourished for the most part by our local star.

I have the highest expectations for our youngest generation because they're lucky enough to live in the best of times and the worst of times during their formative years (or close thereafter).

How many of you have a 100, 500, or 1000 year plan? I'm telling you it's about time you did. Then you'd see that a 10,000 or 100,000 year plan is not that impossible to imagine setting up and implementing.

Landfills are gold mines, my friends. Nuclear waste is unharvested energy. Solar flares are reset buttons. Getting a living idea of us away from this solar system (and surviving) will take all of our coordinated efforts. Hindsight is time wasted regretting lost opportunities.

Prove to me you see the bigger picture, no matter who you are, and I'll support you. Otherwise, you're a pawn willing to be used in the game of life played by others looking for short-term profits taken at your expense. Either way, all of us equally important and taken into account.

Life doesn't change but your perspective can.