Abby Normal's Brain
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We did yardwork! All friggin day, we did yardwork. We moved fire wood and dug holes, and spread dirt around to level the yard. And then L spent the night with a friend, while the hubby-man and I propped our feet up before the outdoor fireplace and enjoyed a well-deserved rest.

There's not a whole lot you can do in front of an outdoor fire in the middle of a city. Especially when your neighbor's children are still out playing and you don't have a privacy fence. So we sat and listened to the fire crackle. And damn, it was nice.
We also discussed randomly.

The hubby-man mentioned that there was a time when he thought of Humanity as a failed experiment. I turned and stared at him. He pointed out that most people are miserable for much of their lives. They live their lives in boxes of made of limited curiosity. They never look up, and they rarely look out.
These people live life as if the goal is to make it out alive.
And that baffles me. I can not conceive of such a life. How can you be here and not want to take advantage of it?
You have eyes with which to see the endless variety of the world. How can you see it and not marvel? Your nose can pick out the scent of a loved one in the midst of a crowd. How is that not wonderful? Only chicken tastes like chicken. Alligator tastes like alligator, no matter what the pundits say. I could go on and on. And yet...

And yet, someone who lacks one or more of these common senses seems happier to be here than the average man.

I don't get it. I don't want to get it. This life, this here, this now, is precious to me beyond measure. And apparently, that makes me abnormal.

So what do you think? Is your day to day life something to be got through? If so please tell me why, because I don't understand.