Coffee Contemplations

This is the first morning in a long time when I have actually sat down in front of the computer to drink my first cup of coffee and contemplate the day. A day should be contemplated, you know. It is good to remind yourself that there is laundry in the dryer and that the milk man comes today.

It is helpful to groan aloud at such things as the memory that Sherlock, for the past two days, has decided to live outside all day with the big dogs, coating himself with mud and then carefully applying dead leaves to the trickiest, thickest spots, so that he has to be bathed whenever he comes inside... groooooan. At this very moment, in fact, he is outside in the frosty air, trying to assert himself as the alpha dog even though he is approximately 1/8 the size of the others.

I also remind myself that the Quilting Broads meet tomorrow and I will be able to go for the first time in a while. This is good not only because I will see my friends and enjoy their company, but also because I left my thermal carafe there three weeks ago, and ever since have had to drink my coffee either very fresh or overcooked.

As I write these things, I hear that little devil on my shoulder saying something in a scratchy, little devilish voice about it's all about you, isn't it, heh, heh, heh? because, of course, everything I write here is all about me. But I've been contemplating, in other morning coffee contemplations, about the use of that phrase it's all about you. Isn't every person all about them? There is no way that we can view life from another person's perspective, though we may try and we may be compassionate and willing to listen. But still, are we not just viewing their life from our view of what their life must be like?

My conclusion, therefore, is that your life is all about you. You may please yourself for your own sake or you may please others in order to achieve a sense of gratification for yourself, but you are still all about you-- aren't you?