Unnamed Novel Which Reveals Much
(20th September 2011 – )
I was raised to believe that all women are ladies unless they demonstrate otherwise. Of course, that begs the question, what is a lady?
I suppose a lady is a woman who uses her brain as well as the rest of her body to connect socially with the rest of her species.
But is that all?
What if there’s more that we can’t see that defines living, which, in turn, means a “lady” is more than the appearance and actions of what we formerly called a single person?
How often do supernovae wipe out all living things on nearby solar systems?
If we had an inkling that in 3,000 years our planet would be bombarded with the explosive material of a supernova, would we act differently today?
Would women be more or less ladylike in their urgency to get us (or some of us (or some living things)) as far away from our planet and the future exploding star as possible?
NOTE: Jargon determines the genre/category of stories/books/novels. This novel could easily fall into the science fiction lot and be lost forever, if scientific jargonese dominates too strongly. I want this to be an ordinary story about ordinary lives 1000 years from now, where technology is happenstance, background, not the main character.
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I forgot my notes. Tonight, at the 20-Plus Member reception for Huntsville Botanical Garden members who’ve donated and/or kept up their membership for more than 20 years, I met new and old friends.
A new friend, Paula, is like a restaurant menu item I never sampled but wish I had. I think she’s the president of the Huntsville Botanical Garden, also formerly of the Parisian retail store chain (director of stores?). Details, details, details…like when did the garden start making scrapbooks of newspaper articles, 1984 or 1985? Yawn.
Paula, you keep climbing the social ladder, stepping over the good, solid folks like Harvey Cotten, who’s done more for plants than you could ever hope to remember, say, a few Latin names.
We all have our place.
I’m so, so bored with this planet. There has got to be more than fundraisers at my age, surely.
Putin and Berlusconi, let’s have a get-together. We’ll invite folks like Kirstie Alley with a taste for life after age 50 and go from there. Forget all the whiners and do-nothings (they know who they are). Let’s be men and women of action, who make money the old-fashioned way – we take it from those who put their nose to the grindstone and never look up at the big picture.
I want to be a kind, generous person who remembers all seven billion of us make important contributions to this planet’s chance of expanding outward but, some days, my patience wears thin.
Get it over with, willya Rick, with the humble pie eatery and just take over this planet like every leader before me – there is no escape! 😉
treetrunkdings 