The wind is blowing and in my neighborhood the tumbleweeds are tumbling. This pair almost kept up with the traffic.
Monday, March 7, 2011
Change
What is it in us that demands change?
Someone wiser than I once said "the only constant is change." I remember learning that decades ago and using the expression ever since.
But is it dissatisfaction with our lot?
If it is winter, there will come a time when there is too much snow, too much cold. If it is summer, it will soon be too much hot. And we growl or whimper - "when will this damnable weather change?"
Generations ago people lived where they were born, pretty much their entire lives. But . . with some exceptions . . new generations seem to move around the country, even the world, as often as they change their clothing. It would take me a long time to figure out how many homes I've inhabited in my 70 years but I do know that I have lived in two countries, five different states, and 15 communities. Some of them more than once.
Maybe I'm the exception. A friend of mine once told me he had taken to writing my address and telephone number down in pencil because it changed so often.
Well, so it goes.
This is written to explain why, if you've visited this blog before, the colors and perhaps some of the layout and my picture have changed since your last visit. And undoubtedly it will change again in the future. Only one thing has not changed. The author. Good old Catalyst.
Oh, one other thing. I've thought about this for a long time and finally made the plunge. You will now see my real name up there by my photo.
Now put your hands together for the late Harry Chapin.
Someone wiser than I once said "the only constant is change." I remember learning that decades ago and using the expression ever since.
But is it dissatisfaction with our lot?
If it is winter, there will come a time when there is too much snow, too much cold. If it is summer, it will soon be too much hot. And we growl or whimper - "when will this damnable weather change?"
Generations ago people lived where they were born, pretty much their entire lives. But . . with some exceptions . . new generations seem to move around the country, even the world, as often as they change their clothing. It would take me a long time to figure out how many homes I've inhabited in my 70 years but I do know that I have lived in two countries, five different states, and 15 communities. Some of them more than once.
Maybe I'm the exception. A friend of mine once told me he had taken to writing my address and telephone number down in pencil because it changed so often.
Well, so it goes.
This is written to explain why, if you've visited this blog before, the colors and perhaps some of the layout and my picture have changed since your last visit. And undoubtedly it will change again in the future. Only one thing has not changed. The author. Good old Catalyst.
Oh, one other thing. I've thought about this for a long time and finally made the plunge. You will now see my real name up there by my photo.
Now put your hands together for the late Harry Chapin.
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