Today is and has been World Marbles Day, not the rock, but the pastime. It has been popular for a long time, and was played in England as the Spanish Armada hove to over the horizon (1588). If marbles helped defeat the Spanish, nobody says so. Why rub it in?
These small marbles of glass or porcelain are common enough. However, any marble player has favorites. Even Rhinos have marbles they prize over others, “The Lucky Marble.”
What is disappointing is that We Rhinos usually have no idea where exactly our marbles have been lost. Sad but true.
It’s Full Moon time again, which is always reassuring. Rhinos start to get jittery, staring up there into the sky. And then, Bingo, the moon appears in all its glory.
The Rhino problem with weekdays is that they are different from weekends, but We have no reliable way to know which is what. We reel and writhe in confusion. Then We get over it, pretty quick. Life is too short.
Please have a good Wednesday (research, research) and be well.
All tribes have ways of using language. The basic lingo may be solid, but after a while, those who employ it in a particular place and time can brutalize matters so the original language is virtually uninteligible.
The verbal or audible eccentricities are what help one critter identify the home team.
Over the years, We Rhinos find we chat less and less. No major loss for anyody, and it allows for more chewing, hooray.
We Rhinos are aware of the pressures that characterize every waking minute: We are supposed to do A) or B) or whatever other letters. And yet, most of the time, We feel iffy about any decision that gets made. How nice it would be to have an Ancient and insightful Rhino to ask for advice. But no, such a Rhino does not lurk nearby.
So We teeter between A) Past Decisions, composed of past mistakes, rules, assumptions, fears, dreads, and some sweet memories which We did not investigate at the time and are unsure if 1) they really happened and 2) We recall them and their meaning correctly. The chances are poor since many of those events happened early on and in whatever context.
Present Decisions B) involves temptations, a pleasant prospect which We cannot comprehend exactly, the desire to ‘get it right’ and prove something thereby, to somebody, whoever is around. So it all looks welcoming, but We confront the future with Dread. Whoever did anything new knowing what was involved? Nobody, that’s who. Being timid and sniveling, or being decisive and resolute means nothing, since they are only bluff and bravado.
April Fool’s Day is supposed to be a knee-slapping riot of merriment, but it requires discretion from the prankster in question.
Debilitating or disfiguring the merry victim seems extreme. The calendar does not absolve the joker of responsible behavior, at least mostly. To some degree. As long as it’s funny.
But a holiday that promotes Silliness should be encouraged. That’s the Rhino Version. We see enough sour faces in the average week. That same face covered with cream pie would promote a guffaw reaction from everyone (except for the pie guy).
Johann Sebastian Bach was born in 1685. An enormous capacity for musicianship and composition kept him busy throughout his life. It also helped that every member of Bach’s large family was professionally involved in music.
His work is still influential on various levels. In churches, concert halls and as background music for big movies, Bach is still the Master. Go hear some, that’s our Suggestion, and a fine one it is.
By the way, Bach was born on March 31, if he wasn’t born first on the March 21. Record keeping back then was different, We assume. Rhinos have no ground for complaint; We just noticed the disparity as We delved away. Rhinos don’t keep track very well ourselves, and that’s a fact.
Tomorrow, April 1, is April Fool’s Day. You are now forewarned.
The Rhino Policy is too stay hidden and chew on, alone or with trusted friends. And do not broadcast your proposed hiding place; you will regret it, if you last that long.
Important: when you see somebody coming along on your path, bearing a cream pie, do a U-Turn, and hustle away.
We Rhinos like March, because it is so changeable. It’s fine and dandy, or it stinks in all 57 flavors. This one seemed sort of standard, all told, but there were still plenty of weather upsets. It only takes one if it happens where you live.
So once more We at Your Inner Rhino crack out our ‘Lambie Adieu’ outfit, and peer into the future, namely April.
See yas all on the other side of the line. Whoopee.
Your Inner Rhino 