Woody Cavenaugh

I sat upon a public throne pondering earlier indiscretions, of a dietary nature. Nature can be a harsh mistress sometimes and speaks to us in dark and burbling tones when her mood warrents it.

On the wall next to me, someone had made a proclamation of love to a specific portion of the female anatomy. I thought, considering where I was sitting at the time, he was really preaching to the choir more than creating enlightenment to the downtrodden. It would be like a fish proclaiming his love of water, sure there are a few amphibians within earshot who heard the message even if they couldn't wholey agree with it. That's just the nature of things.

My real issue was the proclaimer's short sightedness. Had he never really stopped and taken the time to appreciate the whole package? Clearly he had arrived at a destination but had he ever paused to appreciate the view or stopped to smell the flowers on the journey there?

If not, I feel bad for him. He has no idea just how much splendor he has missed. I guess that helps explain why I don't ride in airplanes when I could just as easily drive. The journey is just as entertaining as the destination, and sometimes you might even discover new destinations on the way.

My dispute with nature done, I wiped clean my mental whiteboard, flushed the writer's intention from my mind and joined my wife in the throws of outrageous retail (already in progress).