My Mud, good for your face, and wallowing
Posted: July 29, 2023 Filed under: Brief...therefore witty. | Tags: comedy, garden, Humour, inheritance, mud Leave a commentThere are only two things I am familiar with in which one can wallow.
The first is depression.
The other is mud, and I’ve got some mud (and depression!).
I also got myself a mortgage and house to go with it several years ago, including a garden.
We’ve had a few heatwaves recently, and as the grass burned away from the sunshine, the mud that is mine became apparent to all.
So I sat in it.
The shame was that it hadn’t rained in weeks, so what was mud was more like dirt.
But that gave me time to consider what this really was, instead of enjoying it for a good wallow.
How deep does this property of mine go? Am I able to dig deep down vertically and still be home?
Can I scrape away a few inches beneath the top layer and get some mud that I can place in a jar, give a good shake with rain water, and then rub it into my face for fashion reasons (not health, just fashion).
Or I can dig deeper, deeper, deeper still.
I need a shovel, for fashion purposes.
I think the glory of my mud is that it is inheritance, though I don’t know from who.
Dinosaurs, mammoths, cave people, medieval peasants, and my great-grandad Arthur.
All of these things, and many more varieties, pooped their way through history, unrecorded, spoken, and written, and with a mix of rainwater, sunshine, and millions of millennia, and probably something else, became my mud.
Ancestral poop, mixed with the cosmos, in a jar, or on my face.
That’s inheritance.
Inheritance you can scrape off your boots after a good game of footy.
Inheritance I’ve lobbed at a sibling all in good fun but still hoping I got him right in the face.
Inheritance that I’d like to see my descendants enjoying, throwing at each other and wallowing in.
It’ll probably be good for the blood pressure too, because generally doing general things is generally good for your blood pressure, but this one features mud.
Probably not that great for your eyes though. Don’t put it in your eyes, but don’t let that discourage you from throwing it at a sibling.
Maybe wallow in goggles.
Sam
