On Twitter recently, I saw a link to a hilarious-sounding article, How and why to date a dinosaur. Being married, I’m no longer on the dating scene, but I imagine there are some very good reasons to date a dinosaur. As for advice on how to date a dinosaur, who doesn’t need dating help?
So you can imagine my disappointment when I clicked the link and discovered the article was actually about how to tell how long ago a dinosaur carked it. (Also an interesting subject, but quite different.)
To remedy the dearth of information on romantic relationships with dinosaurs, I resolved to write this post. (Unfortunately my success with dinosaurs has been limited, so I’ll stick to the why and leave the how to others.)
The first sign something was wrong was the empty cat food bowl. His Royal Fluffiness (HRF) never cleans his bowl to the bedrock, and yet there both bowls were, sparkling clean.
I didn’t catch on at that stage, though I should have.
The next day I was in the living room with HRF and I heard a crash in the kitchen. It wasn’t the sort of crash you get when a breeze knocks over the paper towel roll, but more the kind of crash you get when an over excited feline spars with a bowl of cat food.
I jumped up and heard the thump thump thump of the cat flap. By the time I arrived in the kitchen it was empty and so was the cat food bowl.
Sometimes it’s easy to lose your faith in humanity. People shoot each other, call each other names, mistreat animals, and ignore each other. For a social animal, we’re not always very sociable. (Not that I want to spend more time with people. I’m content being sociable on my own.)
Other times, a person will do something unexpectedly nice.
A while back, I was driving in the South Island (of New Zealand, not that there are any other South Islands). I passed through a township, following the main road, and drove out into the hundred zone.
I was getting up to speed when the car ahead braked suddenly and stopped dead in the middle of the road.
Unsure why it had stopped, I braked too. I pulled up behind it and waited. And waited.
If you want to learn how to get fit you’ve come to the right place. I’ve been fit enough to escape a charging anteater, and unfit enough to fall prey to a charging tortoise (luckily I didn’t, but I easily could have). Even more helpfully, I’ve figured out what causes the difference.
It’s mostly about how you set up your life.
Does your everyday routine motivate you to stay fit? Does it require you to stay fit?
If you just answered no to both questions, you’re probably not fit. But don’t fear! With just a few tweaks to your life, you can become the meal that got away.