“You ever been to Montana?” Stan was asking Aaron. Aaron was falling asleep in the window seat of the airplane that Stan had booked for them not twelve hours ago. From the moment that he had agreed to go on this little sojourn into the upper Midwest, Aaron’s head had been spinning.
I just had the awkward experience of having a friend come out to me. And he’s not gay or pansexual or anything like that (not that there’s anything wrong with that). Actually, he came out to me as an alien. And not just from another country, but from an entirely different civilization. How am I supposed to respond to that?
Well, they got me again. This time it was the closing of the AURA solar observatory in the aptly-named Sunspot unincorporated community, at Sacramento Peak, New Mexico. And I was hooked! So much so that I had to write this post about it, and diverge off into a blathering rant regarding the absurd implications of other people’s reactions to it.
Let’s talk for a moment about haunted houses. I got to thinking about them recently when a friend confided in me that whenever she saw a Facebook post from a real estate agency advertising a house for sale, she liked to write “Haunted as f–k!” in the comment section to try to bring housing prices down. Altruistic as this may be, I must say that I sympathize with people who are terrified of the idea of moving into a haunted house.
A lot of people have a bleak outlook for the future of our little world. They see the wide-scale pollution, the endless wars, the poor educational system, the bad health care and resulting opioid crisis, the destruction of the ecosystem, the jackasses that are in power making bad decisions that will affect life as we know it in a terrible way in the very foreseeable future… all of it, combined with a mind-bending myriad of other problems, has become a tremendous cause of depression and stress in almost everyone that watches the TVs or surfs the internet. And stress is a killer.
Well, summer is upon us with its insufferable heat and cancer-causing UV radiation, so like many, I have taken it upon myself to hole up in a place devoid of sunlight to begin tapping into my summer reading list. First up this year: Dan Brown’s Origin
Synopsis: I am aware of the origins of my species, I am aware of the “alien” presence, and I humbly request a reprieve. I guess you could say that this post is a prayer.
