Sometimes, I think….. that I would like to know some of the grand secrets of the Universe.

Like what.. you ask?
Now how the heck would I know?  They are secrets.
But then… I think…. maybe I DON’T want to know those secrets.  Maybe, my little human brain couldn’t handle how incredible and elaborate things are….
Truths. Conspiracies. Theories. Wonders.   Like Roswell. Or JFK’s Assassination.  The Pyramids or Easter Island.  E=mc2.  Bigfoot.  Bermuda Triangle.  Donald Trump’s Hair.  Atlantis.
Or what about …. those things that we cannot sense as humans.  But every now and again… we get very small glimpses of.  The other worldly.

And then I look up and see the ultimate and fragile beauty of the apple tree.  So simple, and at the same time… so complex.

It is in those moments… when I am pretty sure….  I’m better off NOT knowing those universal secrets just yet.

As sure as God made little green apples.

And I’m not even sure about that.

“Two possibilities exist: either we are alone in the Universe or we are not. Both are equally terrifying.”  ― Arthur C. Clarke

“Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars, and see yourself running with them.”  ― Marcus Aurelius

Picnics.  Games. Celebrations.  Community.  Shhhhhoooooo wweeeeee.  What more could you ask for on a beautiful Saturday afternoon?  Today, we celebrated the HIT Foundation 10 Year Anniversary.

And here are some of my little observations on the day.

HIT Foundation = Home Is The Foundation…. a great community organization which provides affordable housing to those who are seeking it.  Because everyone should have  a good place to live.  A place to call home.  I can’t tell you how incredible this has come to be for quite a few families in our area.  In short…. it ROCKS.

So… today we all gathered at Ft. St. Clair in Eaton, Ohio.  We ate fried chicken, coleslaw, and biscuits and such.  Heck.  Biscuit Boy was even there!  He is a good little food patrolman.  He rats people out for speaking with their mouths full.  Myself, included.

Anyway… lots of food and fun.  We had games.  Yes.  Competitions of all sorts.   I was in charge of the Hula Hoop competition.  I’ve come to understand something about the Hula Hoop.  There is no in-between.  You either have it… or you do not.   Kind of like that genetic thing where certain people can curl up their tongues… and others just look like they are epileptic when they try to do it. Hula Hoop.  Same thing.

Anyway… at every good park is a good creek.  Well…. we found it.  I dropped a small child in the mud.  Accident.   Honest to goodness.   I assure you.  However….  I rescued the little mud slug. And… and… and…  his mom will probably be cursing me at laundry time.   He was more mud than not.

Anyway…. no good creek would be good without a good Craw Dad.  Now.    Here is my big question for the day.  Why Craw Dads?  Certainly there are Craw Moms.  But no one ever goes creekin’ for Craw Moms.  And once they catch one….. it is ALWAYS a Craw Dad.

How do they know?

I looked closely at this one.  I couldn’t tell one way or the other…. yet… was wearing little Red Pumps.  Could have been a girl… but the evidence is not conclusive.

So the world keeps spinning…… with that…..  are my observations on the day.

And tonight…  Biscuit Boy is full….. Hula Hoops remain elusive for some… a Craw Mom is enjoying the peace and quiet of a creek….

And a lot of families are in their homes…. good homes…. with a place to call their very own.

“The strength of a nation derives from the integrity of the home.” – Confucius

Everybody knows Weebles wobble but they don’t fall down.

However… Old Tired Barrels will fall down… and they can’t get up.

Some days I am the Weeble.
Some days I am the Old Barrel.

I don’t know why.  It is just that way.

And that is all I have to say about that.

No more questions, please.

“I wish I had an answer to that because I’m tired of answering that question.” – Yogi Berra

This is Ted.
He is a Magician.  Ted the Magnificent.

He decided to branch out with his artistic endeavors. Magic was good… but it left him guessing most of the time.

So….. he decided to open an Origami Store uptown.  Unfortunately….. not a great idea.  It folded.

Time was wasting.  Magnificent Ted needed to move on to other things.  He would find something he liked.

Welllll…….. He liked to eat Peppermint Patties.  He came up with his own recipe, and started mass producing the little candies.  Wouldn’t you know?  He made a mint.

However,  the Peppermint Patty People sued him.  So Ted was down on his luck again.

But since luck and magic go hand in hand…. he gave it another try.   However, he still harbored a lot of anger over his past mishaps.  In fact… Ted the Magician got so mad he pulled his hare out.

Don’t fret though.  Things got better for Ted.  He tried his hand at Inventions.  In fact.  He invented a brand new broom…. and now…. it is sweeping the nation.

“I find hope in the darkest of days, and focus in the brightest. I do not judge the universe.” – Dalai Lama

Consider the fact that there are about  7,170,700,102 people on the planet and counting.

For whatever reason, I have had great luck in meeting people on the big blue ball.  I mean… look at those numbers…. it IS a BIG place.  And there ARE an awful lot of people.   So it is some kind of miracle when we meet one person that has a significant impact on our lives.

Let alone… three…. or a dozen… or forty-three of those people.  Or perhaps…. other good beings.

For instance.  About 28 years ago… I was extremely lucky to meet my best friend…. and kindred spirit.  A good day… that was.
My life has been painted with really wonderful parents, and great siblings.  Some very incredible friends.  And.  I can’t forget all those marvelous dogs.

So tonight, I simply feel fortunate to be surrounded by good encounters.  Close connections.  Kind and generous and caring people.

I think life would be a very dark sky… if it weren’t for all the bright stars which fill it full.

“Luck is a matter of preparation meeting opportunity.” – L. Seneca

The Human Senses are a magnificent thing.  Truly.

But the one I am thinking of this evening is the sense of smell.  It can really overpower you at times.  For the good, or the bad.  Depending.

Now I think some people are more affected by smell than others.  I would put my nose in the “pretty dang sensitive” class.    I attribute part of this to the shear size and magnitude of my schnoz.

All of us like things that smell good.  Fresh baked apple pie.  Foreheads of newborn babies.  Healthy pine needles.  Bread baking in the oven.

I like all sorts of nice smelling things.  One of these can be perfumes (colognes).  On the other hand, they can go terribly wrong.    The same scent on  one person can smell totally different on another.  But is is BIG Business.  I’ll tell you that much right now.  People will pay through the nose for it.

Let’s visit a few of the old-school standbys.  Old Spice.  Now Old Spice probably smells incredible on about 4 people in the world.  Somehow word got out… and everyone thought they could wear it.  And see what happened?  (AND…. do the same people who make Old Bay Seasoning make Old Spice.  The names and package designs seem similar to me.)

What about BRUT…… by Faberge’.    I think the same is true of BRUT.   On a handful of people, it probably smells like paradise.  On the rest… it smells like my crusty old Uncle Perry…. dipped in Lysol.    (A question about BRUT…. by Faberge’.  Is it the same people who make the Faberge’ Eggs?  And if soooooo….. why on earth, I ask you…. WHY?)

Since we are on the subject.  What ever happened to Estee Lauder?  And is Avon still around?

I would be remiss if I didn’t mention Chanel No. 5.  Another one of those “not for everyone” perfumes.  Marilyn Monroe once said it is the only thing she wears to bed.  Well.  SHE could get away with it.

Oh the Olfactory Nerves.  Such a complex topic with so much to consider.  But in all actuality, it is a plain as the nose on your face.

“All credibility, all good conscience, all evidence of truth come only from the senses.” – Friedrich Nietzsche

The flower on the left could represent the past.  Shriveled up and all but gone.
And the one on the right…. the future.  Budding, not yet in full bloom.
Both are pretty big parts of the proverbial “Bouquet of Life”
But the fact of the matter is….. the only thing that truly exists is that little space in between the two.  And that….  would be the present.

Which in truth is where we spend ALL of our time.  In this moment.  Right now, right here.  In this place in time.

Sure …. that’s what Mr. Zen and Chicken Noodle Soup for Souls all say.  But let’s get down to brass tacks, dang it.

Now for me… I spend way too much time worrying about what happened to the shriveled up orange flower on the left.  And an equal amount of time worrying about what might happen to that not-yet-blooming purple flower on the right.

Oh… I know I SHOULD be there in between… stopping and smelling the roses and all that jazz.  And I TRY to do just that.

Be as it may…  I don’t.  Worry is my middle name.
Physically, I am here in the present.
Mentally, I am time-traveling as fast as I can petal.  And that’s the truth, bud.  So.  Before this topic stems into something totally different, I better cut it short.  Time for me to branch out…. and leaf.

“Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment.” – Buddha

“The distinction between the past, present and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion.” – Albert Einstein

We never went to the County Fair when I was growing up.  At least, not that I can ever remember.  In fact, I didn’t realize there were such an entity until I moved to Preble County as an adult.

So. I don’t know why I have such a love of a good county fair.  The corn dogs, no doubt.  And I love games…. and dropping ping pong balls in goldfish bowls.  Horse races.  Overstuffed sandwiches.  Deep fried everything.  Kids competing in 4-H Shows.  Blue Ribbons on Homemade Pies.  The smells, the sights, the blinking lights.

And then I get really sad when the whole shebang packs up and rolls out of town.

It makes me weep to see the dancing bears… all tied down on the back of a flat bed.. and headed for the highway.  I love them so.

Dang I’ll miss you dancing bears.

Isn’t that how it goes though?
When something leaves……  we miss it.  Terribly.

“Flying is learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.” – Douglas Adams

“Love is when he gives you a piece of your soul, that you never knew was missing.”  – T. Tasso

I have a long way to go.
Aldous Huxley once said…. “Experience is not what happens to you.  It is what you do with what happens to you.”

Now holy smokes and hallelujah.  Isn’t that the truth?  Experience is what we DO with what happens.

When we wake up in the morning… things begin to happen. It is how time, and the world, and the universe works.  Things happen over and over and over again.

They can happen TO us.  Or we can MAKE things happen.  Or we might just happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.  It is all happenstance, really.  But old Mr. Huxley had it going on.  It is what we DO with all these happenings.  Ah.  That is the experience of life.

Here’s another thing.  I am amazed at the people who come up with these profound quotes.  My words of wisdom never seem to catch on in the mainstream of things.

Like….
“Sock Monkeys are the happiest thing, dang it.”
Or… “Ask not what your Sock Monkey can do for you…. but what you can do for your Sock Monkey.”
Or what about….
“The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their Sock Monkeys.”

Ahhh, chuck it.  I guess I need more experience.

“Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.” – Soren Kierkegaard

“Experience: that most brutal of teachers. But you learn, my God do you learn.” – C.S. Lewis

“The only source of knowledge is experience.” – Albert Einstein

Any one who has read the KronyTown Projects, for any amount of time…  probably has picked up on my likes, dislikes, beliefs, and such.  Right or wrong…. who knows.  But that is me… for all to see and read.

One of those things is the fact that I like to believe in the magical.  I always seem to “entertain” the impossibilities which may exist in the universe.  I find it difficult NOT to contemplate the unknown, and the phenomenal.  That which cannot be explained.

Occasionally something will happen in my own life that is other worldly.  Like the lady I encountered at the Preble County Fair today…. but that is another story.

The thing I am thinking about mostly is a guy I’ve seen on TV a few times here and there.  He is a psychic, I guess.  His name is John Edward.  And every time I see this guy, I get chills.  Quivers.

He either has the best smoke and mirrors show going…. or the guy can speak to people on the other side of life.  He ALWAYS seems to tell people very specific things, that he could not possibly know… or guess.  Things about the person who has “passed” or things about the person still living (which the “other side” people are “telling” him).

I don’t know if it is real or not… but this guy sure seems authentic. And.  If it is true…. it sort of goes against what I believe happens after we die.  Maybe.  Or maybe not.  Perhaps it fits in just right.

Oh that pesky “unknown”…..  it is like a double-edged sword for me.  I love to imagine the impossible… but at the same time… I want to know the answers.

I want to know how it all works.
How it all lines up.
I want to know where the Magician keeps the rabbit when it isn’t popping out of the hat.

But…  the fact of the matter is….. it is all a big and wonderful secret.  And I guess that’s what makes me love it so.

“The world is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.” – Bertrand Russell