I started and finished George Orwell‘s Animal Farm a couple of weeks ago, through a library loaned audio book, but am just now finding the time to write about it. Have I mentioned the I love the ecollection from the library?
Anyway – Animal Farm. GREAT book! 4 out of 5 stars on my Goodreads. Apparently most of America read this early in life, but it was never required reading during school for me so it took me a little longer to find it. It’s a very quick story which I could see appealing to younger crowds for the simple reason that it focuses on a group of farm animals that revolt and create their own farming community. However, there are so many societal and philosophical questions throughout the book, both subtle and some not so subtle, that I found myself taking notes on my thoughts. It’s the first time I can remember a book, which wasn’t required reading, stirring such a reflective mood.
I’ll use the next few posts to review my overall thoughts, some of which may seem more of a rambling than anything else since I’m not sure I actually found any conclusive feelings to any of the themes I found within the book. Themes such as
For those interested in watching a film version, here is a classic animated version of Animal Farm.
More to come…
Coffee makes us severe, and grave, and philosophical. ~ Jonathan Swift
For some people its music, possibly of any persuasion. For others its more meditative – yoga and such. For me, undoubtedly, it’s coffee that calms me.
In my line of work, there are days where I’ll spend 6 hours or more on the road, with a few stops mixed in between. And there’s no better company and no better way to wake up in the morning than with a little java and some talk radio.
There’s a certain calmness that hits at around 7:30 each morning. By then I’m normally out of traffic and several miles down the highway and whichever coffee I’ve bought that morning – whether it be Starbucks, McDonald’s, or gas station coffee – it’s finally cool enough to drink without scalding my tongue. And the beauty is that it’s still too early for any phone calls.
The nice thing is that its become something that I go to whenever the day gets long or especially taxing. On hot days – Hello iced coffee. On stressful days – Grande Pike’s with sugar-free hazelnut.
Understanding that my morning routine is somewhat confined by four wheels and a windshield, and reading back through where this post has gone, I think I am a coffee addict.
Oh well, I’m facing a 300 mile day tomorrow. So I’ll be seeing the smiling faces at the exit 14 McDonald’s once again – coffee black.
For an interesting read, check out The Women’s Petition Against Coffee. “Coffee leads men to trifle away their time, scald their chops, and spend their money, all for a little base, black, thick, nasty, bitter, stinking nauseous puddle water.” There’s some truth there, to be sure.
Have you ever driven on a foggy day, the world outside reduced to what you can see a few meters from your hood? That was me today.
It was almost as if the fog lay waiting. As I left the main highway, following the curve of the road, it bulged from behind a small smattering of trees, quickly enveloping me in its embrace. Fingers of mist danced around me, the trees sparkling in the morning haze. You could almost see them smile.
The weight of deadlines and appointments was still there, but it was almost as if the fog had a density great enough to block out everything except what was held within my small space. The twin beacons of fellow travelers passed slowly through my kingdom, paths crossing in separate worlds. I have no doubt that had I reached my hand out, I could have given the hazy grey morning a squeeze.
A calmness, pure serenity came with that mystical embrace. There’s comfort in silence so peaceful. It left me smiling – just me – happy and grateful for all the gifts I’ve been given.
I hope everyone has the chance to get lost in the fog sometimes.