After the incident at "boot hill" a few days ago, I felt we needed a "pick me up". I spent most of a day carving a bat, and gathering a few rock "balls". It took a little coaxing, but I managed to get everyone interested in a baseball game, albeit with a few special rules. The basics of it are we men were handicapped beyond reason, and the women and kids got away with whatever they chose. One of my sons in law got silly and threw a dirt clod to his wife instead of a rock, and it just busted, but she ran anyway, and hollered we couldn't tag her out cause the ball was in pieces on the ground or some silly reason like that and she ran the bases twice. It was the height of foolishness, our society was in ruins, and we were playing rock and stick baseball, in a national park, laughing our selves silly cause my daughter was taking a second turn around the bases.
Perhaps if we can laugh at ourselves, and enjoy our time together, then humanity may yet survive. If, even for a time, the joy of being a family can override the responsibility of living, we may have a chance at surviving. If the day should ever come when survival is all we have, when getting from one day to the next is our only reason, it is then, our life has ended.
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