I came home from my office, early for me on a Monday, at about 7:00 p.m. and it was getting dark. We had a picnic, long story why it was so late in the year, but no other time for it, and it was nippy. That's a dandy southern word. I brought home a list of places I had applied for a job next year and the girls were reading it and saying Auburn!!! Alabama!!! Bring it on. Can you say hardly any snow?
What I was thinking was that in the pre-TV and computer days, people generally went to bed when it got dark and woke up at daybreak. Now, electric lights have rearranged our lives, that and factory shift work. One of the girls asked me one time why do factories bother with shifts when nearly everybody prefers day work. And I said, duh. They would need 3x the amount of equipment to operate if everybody had their own machines. This way, you punch out of the seal placer valve pressurizer and the next person punches in and the thing never slows down.
Yeah, there is a Goodyear tire factory in my hometown. We just turn into hibernating bears here in winter, and I wonder if that is the way our DNA is programmed, if that was Jehovah's purpose. Then I think well this snow was not what he had in mind but the nephilim and that whole flood thing meant that the canopy came down and in Europe somewhere, a mammoth got caught and flash frozen with food in his mouth. I'd have like to have seen that. One minute, lunch, the next, hello freezing temperatures. That was one very surprised but only momentarily mammoth herd.
I like night time. I like dark. I like stars and the moon and the whole panoply of nighttime things. I love the sunset. The sunrise is pretty, but where exactly is it in all these mountains? Here I am, the zip code of my youth starting with seven, and sunrises here do not thrill me at all except for the regularity of their occurrence in the number one region of the zip code world.
There used to be (could still be, I dunno) a man on corners in Boulder, Colorado, called zip-code man. People gave him tips the same way they give musicians dollars in parks, but he didn't sing and play an instrument. If you yelled out a town in the U.S., he would tell you the zip code. If you gave him a zip code, he could name in reverse and give you the town.
ALL of them. Can you imagine? Oh, the great capacity of the human brain. But why did he spend it on zip codes?
Which makes me wonder if all the five-digit combinations are used up. If you shouted 43996 and there was no town for that number (I don't know; I made it up) would he say hey, you're trying to fool me but there ain't one.
So I'm turning in now. I will sleep past the sunrise, and I get more done in summer, but I'm feeling pretty good today about where I am. I almost see daylight at the end of my to do list. The pressure has alleviated somewhat. I don't know if Jehovah will get rid of snow in the new world. Some people like snow boarding and bundling up. In the new world, I will visit them in June but I will live in Alabama or Arkansas or Texas, yee haw the rest of the time. I don't know if we will have alarm clocks or get up with the sun or if I will still want to hang out and look at stars. I think so. Me and David, well, I want to herd a few sheep and sing a few songs by the light of a silvery moon. I mean other people can be there too. I don't expect to go unchaperoned with such a lady killer even when I am Sarah beautified. I'll be happy to get there and see what happens next. Probably won't call anything Alabama either. They must have a moon thing there to pull the crimson tide. ;)
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