The doors are a little askew in the frame, one scrapes the mantle, but no matter, I shall pad these poorly fettled hinges and the doors shall fit. Now the drip I see sits proud of the door, a drip is no good if it allows water past it, but no matter, I shall tighten the neglected screws, pulling the pieces to one. Ah now I notice the tongue and groove does not run straight, they have allowed it to stray before affixing the screws, it interferes with the other door, but no matter, I shall take the door apart, squeeze the door into a whole, fixing it square and true. Now I notice.. the top of the drip interferes with the overlap, but no matter, I shall move the over lap a touch, ah, but the overlap is glued as well as pinned, so I shall shave a little clearance to allow it to pass freely. Now I see the lock does not fit it’s keep, but no matter, I shall adjust it’s case, it will soon fit snugly. Ah, the bolts, there is no place for a bolt of any length to fit on the bottom of the door.. But, no matter, I shall try again tomorrow.
Humans are pervertedly dedicated in their laziness,
they will toil eternally to make their life easier.
While I practice Dr Chi Chiang Tao’s tai chi form, others call it a corrupted form, a mutilation of a former Yang form. Yet that form is grown from another, then another before that. Back thousands of years these form’s reach down, each branch splits in a different way, to suit a different teacher, yet all from the same seed, the seed of observing animals. The cats, the monkeys, the snakes, all who inspire. The animals laugh at our ‘athleticism’.
Leaping at a made up quest
in imagination they invest
inventive stories of the mind
see what nuisance they can find
dreamed adventure has no bounds
with kittens, joy is to be found.
I was never one for the ladies, I spent my entire time creatively, concocting devices of every variety. My friends were on the other hand turning into rabid hormone monsters. Of course they were very keen on trying my lady snares. Some were built around flowers and perfume, others of chain and pits.. when my friends began to be frustrated by the waiting. These were halcyon times, wonderful times, before the screaming and the jail time.
“If we were all hippies,
who would fight the wars?”..