In the midst of our busy lives, We Rhinos like to toss in interludes, periods of mind-clearing non-activity. We breathe.
Still Life with Rhino.
Washta, Iowa was officially established in 1868 by a Mr. Whisman, the postmaster there. Washta has never been large. It is called “The Coldest Place in Iowa”, referring back to a temperature of minus 47 degrees, recorded in 1912. If it was windy, nobody told Us.
The population of roughly 450 must have had a mega-shivery time of it. Goodness!
If you wish to write to folks out there, the zip code is 51061. YIR, helpful to a fault.
Log rolling is a major Rhino Sport. Not that We actually do it ourselves for varied reasons (most related to anatomy and physics and opportunity) but We can definitely imagine getting into it.
Even when one’s Outer Rhino can’t handle the assignment, the Inner Rhino is always ready to rock- and roll.
Wishing you and yours a Happy Holiday, and many Sugar Plums at bedtime.
“Oh ho ho”, says Your Inner Rhino!
This is the Winter Solstice, the shortest day in the year. It’s hard to know what more there is to say about it.
Rhinos thought this might be a good day for mentioning the Mayan Culture of Mexico. They were very clever, and were enthusiastic about the Solstice, plus other astronomical studies. Also they sure knew how to dress for an occasion.
The Rhino Solution to the Winter Solstice is: Keep Eating.
Rhinos are fortunate in many respects, if not all. One interesting ability is that We cannot count above 3 with any sense of confidence. Seven, a Zillion, what’s the difference?
Consequently, the calendar is a bust for Us. We like marking up the calendar, but can never recall what is supposed to happen when We get ‘there’. If We haven’t already?
Thus, Rhino demeanor remains serene; it’s hard to be impatient when you have no idea when is when. Or when.
Rhinos occasionally decide to experience distant locations. We mentally pack up, and head out. Perfectly Natural.
But what is also Natural are the parameters, the limits Nature sets for wandering. We press forward, and lo, there is a mountain range (or something else) in the way. We are stumped. At least for the moment.
Then We evaluate how badly We want to go. If it’s dynamic enough, We figure something out, even if it’s Impossible.