It's only 80°F here this afternoon but very humid, and when we came back from our walk, Butters was panting and I was sweating profusely. I drank some water, he drank some water, but beyond that we had differing opinions. My idea was that we had just been out, and that counted as exercise; his idea is that we had only been walking, not flinging the tennis ball—which, me made it clear, he was immediately ready to go do.
We have had some differences of opinion on the previous post, too. I'm mystified as to why a few seemingly innocuous issues inflame peoples' opinions in the same way religious differences used to and certain political opinions do now. One reader was so incensed by what I wrote that, amid a flurry of other accusations, he said he wishes TOP would fail altogether and go out of business.
That seems a low blow. What, he disagrees with me and he wants me to starve?
It reminded me of my last corporate job, when a co-worker with whom I had no obvious personal differences came to my office and explained that he was working very hard to get me fired, but that it was "nothing personal." I explained to him that I was a struggling single parent with an eight-year-old boy who depended on me, so threatening my livelihood was personal whether he imagined it was or not. He didn't see it that way.
One thing I've noticed around here is that it's much harder to get a clear view of the horizon late in the summer, because the corn is high and it blocks the view. This is pretty, but five minutes earlier it was spectacular. I just couldn't find a corn-free field in time. Driving around the deserted country like a madman. Oh well. I didn't have my camera with me anyhow.
Anyway, I'd like to apologize to anyone I might have offended in the previous post.
The same reader who said he hopes the whole shebang would go kaput also said he thought that if I honestly believed Earth really was flat (instead of a bumpy oblate ellipsoid, bumpy oblate ellipsoid being officially my favorite phrase for today), I would defend that belief. He's right about that, actually. I mean, of course. If/then. It's one of my values to be straight about what I believe the truth is. What else but that can one do?
But we're not playing ball. Not for a while. Things need to get back to normal around here first. I'm not all wet, but I'm damp. And I'm not in the frying pan or the fire, quite. But it's pretty humid.
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David Brown: "Two possible solutions to your corn problem: 1. A car-top platform with a ladder, like the one Ansel Adams used. 2. A step-ladder on roof racks on your car. Take it off the racks and use it on the ground. I'm not suggesting you set it up on top of the car."