In general We Rhinos keep ourselves assembled and in good health. But every now and again, We find ourselves at a loss in Understanding. Is this because of the times or poor nutrition?

Perhaps, but We can’t rule out losing our marbles. Sometimes We shake our heads, and nothing rattles around inside. So, are the marbles 1) lost or 2) just misplaced at the moment?

Critters in the Wild lose their marbles daily. There’s a lot of Challenges here, trust Us.

Today We thought it was time to point out the Obvious, namely that the Word “Rhinoceros” and the Rhino in question are not the same thing. The one is a label or ID fabrication, while the RhinoSelf is prey to the mystery of any living critter, marvelous and unpredictable.

It’s a realization all right. At least, We think so.

In the Wild, there are many things to learn about, and some of those lessons are not pleasant. Moms warn their Tots, but that does not control much, now or ever.

Fortunately, those same Moms are the ones who kiss the Tot, dry the eyes, and offer suggestions about not making the same mistake twice.

Some of their Tots actually listen. Sooner or later.

Today We celibrate Louisiana, which joined the US States in 1812, the 18th State. There is so much partying going on in Louisiana that it makes a Rhino’s head spin.

Louisiana has a varied population, from all sorts of countries all over the place. But there they are, trying to make themselves their very best.

Parties are Very Rhino, as you know. But keep an eye on the Gators; they’re quick.

Sometimes yes, Sometimes less so. Rhinos don’t always get the final say…

Over the eons, Rhinos have tried to figure out some way to recognize and categorize the infinite variety of olfactory stimulants that bombard Us, 24/7.

So far, our efforts have been in vain. We start sniffing, and We are overcome with the fragrances cascading over our receptors. Why sort them out when We can just surf on the thrill of them?

Otherwise, Rhinos would have some alphabet of quirks to apply to sensation, distinctions that could never be catalogued. And for what or why?

Eugene Ionesco’s play RHINOCEROS opened in 1959, and achieved instant acknowledgement for its powerful warning about mob thinking and the violence of popular movements. This theme is symbolized by people turning into Rhinoceroses (!) and thundering around mindlessly. It’s quite a play.

You will not be surprised that Rhinos, worldwide, were dismayed by this perception of Rhinodom. We are not a herding animal, and are highly individual, not given to political or social manias. Rhinos think for ourselves, right?

Well. At least it’s a good play. Maybe M. Ionesco thought the mention of our name would help sell tickets. If so, he was not wrong.

With our Readers, Wise Women are those in a community who know about herbs and natural physical up and downs.

Female Rhinos know a lot too, but it’s every gal for herself, and tot. Rhinos do not specialize as our Readers do. We all, male and female, pay attention in our youth, because the knowledge will be required in time.

But as with many other callings, Rhinos like to imagine ourselves, ladeling out the frog-toe broth, with a dash of paprika. And cackling; a Rhino claim to fame.

We did not do our November Dance on the first day of the month. It was somehow too close to Halloween. We had to decompress a bit.

But here We Rhinos are, dancing ourselve into the future; November is just step #1. We hope to see you there.

Back in 1620, 102 Pilgims set off in the Mayflower. They left England September 6 and sailed west for 66 days. The conditions weren’t great, but only one passenger died. Everybody else was just Really Sick.

They arrived on November 9, so as of today, they were 6 days away from dry land. They probably didn’t know that on November 3rd. Nothing about the trip was predictable. Even where they were going.

So if you like, get ready for the 9th. It was not Thanksgiving Day, but there was stilll much to be grateful for.