A Day in the Life of Chaos

As life progresses I am progressively certain that much of our life is determined in the early years of our own lives.  We live with our parents voices always over our shoulder long after they are gone.   Perhaps it is their everlasting gift or, equally possibly, their ever present revenge.  One way or another they tend to always be there in life and in death.   I wonder how one day my voice will echo in the mind of my son.  Hopefully positively or at the very least, elicit a quiet smile.  It will probably resound mostly in my sarcasm or the stupid jokes that I make annoying and perhaps comforting in the same sentence. My mother’s voice often echos in my mind.  It happens at so many different levels.  Could it be that mother’s nag us more and that is why they stay with us?  Everyday at work when the cleaning women makes her way through the office she stops to clean the restrooms.  It always seems to happen at the moment I need to pee and I think she spends an excessive amount of insi

In life there are many things we do in seeming futility.  It might be trying to look younger, arguing with a Republican or explaining evolution to a creationist.  Perhaps also on the list should be gardening in Alaska.   There is some kind of genetic human trait likely explained by the evolution noted above that guides many human beings into the desire to grow.  This can manifest itself in many different ways.  It might be a simple flower or the eternal spring desire to plant things all around ones hous e that despite our best intentions, will largely be dead by the following year.  That said for a few months we will relish the feeling of our hands in the soil and the vivid colors of the natural world around us.  We will love the hunt for the perfect plant and how, like a freshly cut bouquet of flowers, it will make our world beautiful for a few fleeting moments.  At that point, the cycle will start all over again.  Maybe it is a response to darkness and the cold perception of ve