I woke thinking about dodge ball. Brains are like this, spitting out ancient, trivial data for no apparent reason. I sometimes enjoyed playing the game. I thought boys could be unnecessarily rough, but I wasn't particularly scarred by the experience like some. Why would my brain regurgitate dodge ball? Why would the smell of the medicine ball and storage locker come back to me with such vividness?
When I saw this week's IF word is "war" dodge ball made sense, though I'm not sure how my dreaming mind would know which word was coming, and I'm not sure what to say about gym classes so long ago.
The actual war I'm fighting lately is against wildlife. I hit the deer with a rock and broke my slingshot. Both me and the doe were surprised I actually got her. She looked at her chest in mild confusion, then went back to eating my tree. I jumped around on the deck and yelled while she munched. "I'm getting bigger rocks!" but I just chucked slingshot rocks. A couple of lazy bounces later she was in the neighbor's yard.
It's pointless. I'm on her daily rounds. She walks right next to my window as I work on my computer every morning. Her spotted twins tagged after her yesterday and I was torn between, "how beautiful!" and "damned varmints". It doesn't help that I have a vast herd of groundhogs (6) and a squirrel. They're cute too if they weren't trash compactors of everything I want to grow in the garden.
Against my social conscience, I went to Walmart for slingshot tubing because that's the only place I know that carries it. I looked at people in the store because I've heard the dress code at Walmart is youtube worthy. Everybody seemed pretty normal. I saw guns lined up next to the slingshot supplies and briefly considered buying one. I'd have a better chance of hitting the wildlife with a bullet than a rock, but you know, city ordinances, not really wanting to kill things. I'll stick to rocks. The wildlife is safe. I'm just venting frustration.
I'm willing to share with wildlife. Eat a little, but save some for me. No, they just destroy everything. I haven't gotten a pear for years. They mowed down my tomatoes over and over last year. Selfish and destructive.
I'm glad the US didn't start a war with Iran this week, but the warmongers will keep trying. Of course, none of them would fight it and it's a proven way to win elections and siphon money from the populace into rich people's pockets. I don't believe anything the administration says about the situation. I assume the drone was over Iran. Why have it anywhere except over their territory? There was another incident recently where the US accused Iran but those claims were disputed by the people who were actually there.
I've already admitted I considered shooting my wildlife this week, but it only took a little thought to get past that idea, an idea I probably wouldn't have had if I hadn't seen the easily accessible gun display. People in power need to think a little more before they make war plans. It would be better to challenge Iran to play dodge ball.
The illustration is something I did for the June edition of Mensa's Bulletin magazine.