“Plastics.”

“Plastics.”

Some of you will read that one word sentence and recognize the allusion to The Graduate. It comes to mind now as how accurate it was in the movie.

Plastics was said to be the future. The writers (novelist Charles Webb and screenwriters Buck Henry and Calder Willingham) were prescient. Plastics are everywhere, floating and polluting the oceans and other aspects of our environment, and is now found to be in bottled drinking water. What’s that mean to our health? The effects are being studied.

We’ll find out in the future, won’t we?

 

The Real Meanings

Economists and politicians like to talk about recessions and inflation. But some think the real recessions are about hairlines, and inflation is about the waist line. It’s hard to do anything about either one of those, too.

The Norms

A young woman was in the coffee shop with her infant. She was meeting two friends. The three had a lively conversation going on.

They were located right beside me. The young mother had her back to me, but would look around at me every once in a while. I suspected that she wanted to breastfeed her baby, but was either concerned with my reaction, or didn’t want me to see it.

Either way, a woman breastfeeding her child isn’t something that bothers or thrills me. When she began breastfeeding, I noted her activity on my awareness’ edge but didn’t make any move to look, etc. I mean, one, I was busy writing. Two, really, a boob? And a feeding child? Is that something to get excited or upset about?

I don’t think so.

Subscriptions

Have you noticed the rise of subscription services? Subscribe to a company, and for a price, they’ll deliver razors, socks and underwear, cigar food, beer, wine, or fruit, along with the more traditional things, like magazines and entertainment, every day, week, or month.

I’ve recently been metaphorically bludgeoned with offers for monthly cat food subscriptions (mostly for Chewy.com). A new twist (for me) was added today: cat litter. Yes, subscribe to Pretty Litter, and fill out their chart, and they’ll send you your required kitty litter each month.

I understand the attraction to subscription services. NetworkICE began by selling its computer security products, but we really wanted to be on a subscription model. A subscription basis makes budgeting easy for customers, and allows companies a smoother, consistent, and predictable revenue flow. Scaling up and down improves on both ends.

Still…I guess I’m startled that you can buy kitty litter. I thought the dental subscriptions and air travel being offered were out there, but I suspect this is the future.

What’s the weirdest thing you’ve seen offered as a subscription service?

Backwards

Watching a television show, I saw that they got ready for work and school, came into the kitchen, got something to eat and drink, and then, after a few bites and gulps, realized they’re late, and ran out the door.

I thought, they didn’t brush their teeth. Then I realized, they must have brushed their teeth before coming into the kitchen.

I always ate breakfast first, and then brushed my teeth and got ready for work or school and left. I guess I’ve been doing it backwards all these years.

Efloof

Efloof (catfinition) – an elite feline that’s permitted greater privileges and latitude than other felines.

In use: “Being the only cat in the household afforded Flash efloof status as her charming antics earned her human’s permissiveness.”

Size Matters

You ever buy a package of food, and read their claim on the package that it contains two point five servings in it? So you look at it, and think, “No way. That barely has enough in it for me.” You ever do that?

Yeah, what kind of con are they trying to pull on us?

Overheard 3

“I was in my Mom’s room with my sister when Mom died. Mom and Dad lived in a remote area, surrounded by cedars. It was quiet. Mom had been ready to die. She’d actually done checklists. She’d written pages of very precise notes that she wanted done before she died. My sister and I had to do these things, and check them off, and show them to her, to show her that they’d been done.

“When they were all done, Mom said, “Okay, I’m ready to go now.” And she died that day.

“And I remember sitting in the room, and watching this soft blue glow rise from her body and drift out the window, and up into the trees, and on into the sky. It was like watching a puff of smoke, but I’m sure it was her soul.

“When it was gone, I turned to my sister and said, “Did you see that?” She said, “No, but I wish I did, because I could see you watching it.””

The Astral Level

He always thought his wife and best friend had something going on but he never found evidence. It was just the way they were together. When they died twenty-four hours apart in separate accidents, it seemed like confirmation to him.

They’d had something going on in the astral level. He’d never believe otherwise.

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