I doubt there's any certainty for certain but I doubt we need one. Because there's none, anyway. Relative certainty...now that's another story.
It has been relatively uncertain as of late. All over. But guess what I meant when I said we don't need certainty. I meant we need to not brood too much over things before they unfold.
I thought of March in a quite different way. It started so much differently and we had plans...
Screw plans! Part of the plan was making a plan or two — about business, about an event or two and our presentations there, etc. All in the bucket.
There was a joke in Bulgarian.
"Can you give me a business idea?"
"Sure, go and buy some hens! Buy lots of hens!"
One month later...
"Hi, man..."
"Hi, how are the hens doing?"
"Well,...I lost all of them."
"Ma-a-a-n, I had such plans for your hens!"
It was the first of spring the other day and bang! March strikes with vengeance. We're deep in snow for two days now.
Like...
"I'm gonna make hot dogs and make a great business out of it."
And then...
Forget hot dogs! Cold dogs are on the rise! Buy! Buy!
See? They are? I took the photo yesterday before the exchanges closed.
(Not a drone, photography, by the way. My casual 70-200 4 L Canon lens from the thirteenth floor.)
If only I had bought more dogs a few days earlier...
The government issued a new quarantine measure saying you can't go jogging in the park but you can go and walk your dog if you had one (true story). Suddenly, Jack Russel Terriers were worth fifteen horses each (only in people's imaginations). But people were really leasing/lending/renting/ dogs (not officially confirmed, though, just socially condemned as if true). So much quarantine quality.
And then snow happened. The Bull Run Of The Dogs was nearing its peak.
And lots of other things changed. Hive being announced and released, included. This is a thing that brings the feeling of relative certainty about the good old ways continuing in good old ways. Which they won't. Only...I am not certain what will happen. We shall have to wait and see. I often do.
Hoping that proverb hits home someday: "Good things happen to those who wait."
Well, not necessarily. Sometimes you gotta buy them cold dogs. And try not to lose your henses. I mean...senses. I mean...hens. Sorry for the confusion.
And thanks for being around. Hive on!
Yours,
Manol