Clunk…
“Sorry, little guy…”
I had to apologize for setting my coffee cup down on my oldest friend’s face.
I have not known Oscar for long, but he is my oldest friend.
Not quite sure how old… but scientists figure somewhere between 50 million and 59 million years.
Most of that time, he has been entombed in the block of sandstone that rests on my desk (still that doesn’t excuse me for clunking his head with a mug of coffee.)
So here I am writing about him. I can’t explain exactly why. I mean why I write, not necessarily why I write about Oscar. This week he is just something to write about.
Perhaps we write to leave a little something of ourselves – beyond ourselves. We could write just for our self but we don’t often do that. We write for others in the vain hope that at least a few of them will get a little enjoyment out of it before they go back to doing whatever it is they do.
And in that sense, we become more than ourselves.
It is what a lot of people do. They acquire a skill or master an art, so that someone, somewhere might say, “hey, look at that!” and they can blush with pride.
Some take it to extremes. They build skyscrapers. They create empires. They have their image carved into stone and mounted on a marble pedestal – all to become known and in some sense become a bit immortal.
But then there is Oscar. He is about as close to immortal as you can get.
50 million years ain’t shabby.
And Oscar did not have to become an Aristotle or a Renoir or even a Saddam Hussein to do it.
All he had to do is go about his business.
I suppose Oscar proves that you don’t have to be much to amount to much and that try as you might, it might just be some little thing that you do in the course of a day that makes you become known to the ages.
Hopefully, it is something creative or kind – but for Oscar, all he had to do…. was get his head stuck in the sand.
Almost Iowa 
Your hope is not in vein. You do make me chuckle.
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I doubt that no matter how much or how well I write, I will ever be remembered in 50 million years. Oscar is proof that sometimes, just living our lives is enough to “leave our mark” for evermore. If only all the world’s dictators, politicians other obnoxious show-off types would follow Oscar’s example!
Also, please know that your posts always do provide your readers with a smile…and usually something to think about as well!
I was working on that sticking my head in the sand thing, when my wife asked, “What in the world are doing?” I explained about Oscar and about the virtues of sticking one’s head in the sand. Her response was, “You really don’t need to practice.”
Few of us do!
A lovely post. You definitely leave me with a laugh and it’s a nice way to start my day. I don’t think we need to do much more than be kind. It has a quiet ripple effect that extends beyond us in the present and into the future. In the meantime, making people laugh is a darn good accomplishment.
I’d take kindness over immortality any day. Without kindness, what’s the point?
Exactly. It’a a legacy that keeps on giving. 🙂
I’ve been feeling sorry for myself over the past day or 2. Thinking that the hours I spend sounding my barbaric YAWP from the webtops of the internet was just a vain addition to the noise. I’m probably right. But it sure is fun.
And it beats doing the dishes.
Dishes can always wait…….(but don’t let her know I wrote that)
Given a choice between Oscar and Ozymandias, most people would put their money on Ozy: but we know how that worked out. Oscar seems a whole lot more approachable, and probably more fun. Tell him I said, “Hi!”
I thought of Ozy when I was writing this. I should have given him his due.
Too bad the universe wouldn’t give him a do-over.
You always make me laugh. Banish that “vain hope” from your vocabulary. You already have a loyal following. I appreciate your writing. Keep writing.
Nice! It really is the little things that count the most.
And yes, I do love my weekly chuckles from the Bard of Almost Iowa. Keep ’em coming, Dude!
Just pondering if I should write a comment or bury my head in the sand.
I’d go with the head in the sand thing, it sure worked for Oscar.
Oscar, unlike the rest of us, has 50,000 years of fame. Makes one wonder.
It does, especially as we age and people start accusing us of being fossils.
I kinda like the term.
Great post! Don’t they say everybody has their five minutes of fame? Or is it 15 minutes?
Oscar counts his fame time in increments of millennia.
“…it might just be some little thing that you do in the course of a day that makes you become known to the ages.” Love it!
Kind of hit the nail in why I like to put down notes on the web. Little crumbs to go back to and if someone else enjoys them, a quiet satisfaction.
Love your posts as always.
Giving someone else a little enjoyment is what life is all about. A smile for a smile goes a long way.
I’m looking forward in my crystal ball. I see a tombstone with your name on and a coffee cup on top, with a little coffee spilled. A tiny note: “Sorry, Oscar”
Could I substitute beer for coffee? I’ve spilled beer on Oscar too.
Well, if you go before me, I can accommodate your request. Otherwise, you might get a Red Bull.
I needed to hear this message today. Thank you!
Hey, that’s what I am here for.
If getting one’s head stuck in the sand qualifies, I’ve got a fighting chance at this immortality thing.
My wife says I’ve been using that technique to work on my immortality for years.
So glad you write!
Thanks, I am glad you enjoyed it today.
My first smile of the day! Thank you for that. And Oscar, hell of a ride!
I read that to Oscar – and I could swear that he smiled.