Band-Aids, Neosporin, and Hemingway

I must have missed stabbing myself while washing dishes last night. When I woke this morning I discovered a small wound in the center of my palm. I immediately headed for the Neosporin and a Band-Aid. And I realized that every single time I tend to a wound like this, I remember Hemingway’s “The Snows of Kilimanjaro,” Harry dying on the side of a mountain because he didn’t tend to a seemingly insignificant injury.

What we read affects us in surprising ways. I confess to not remembering the story that unfolded after that situation was introduced, but I read it when I was a teenager and that was a very long time ago. Maybe the lesson I got from his story was not the one Hemingway intended to stick with his readers, but it is what got my attention and what I internalized.

This Christmas my daughter sent me a delightful little book, Everything I Need to Know I Learned From a Little Golden Book The book, complete with the signature Golden Book spine, is full of familiar pictures. As I browse through it, I realize that many of these images do,indeed,permanently live inside me.

The pace of incoming information was less frenetic when I was growing up. How many layers of words and pictures are forming all those developing young minds out there right now? Can we help them sort it out and make sense out of their lives? I don’t have the answers, just the questions bubbling up this morning.
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Honestly, a Talking Llama?

Yes, I was confronted by a talking, smart-ass llama when I logged onto my bank this morning. Who are these people in marketing these days?

What demographic survey told those marketers that a photo-shopped llama dressed in a pseudo-suit and made to appear as if it is speaking sarcastic one-liners was just the right representative to sell bank products?

There does seem to be a current trend toward using an annoying,  slightly high-pitched, cloyingly ironic male voice in commercial ads. Did llamas test positive with baby boomers, so therefore mixing a dromedary with that wise-guy was just the right touch?

Llamas did figure in the prediction under my senior picture in our 1965 high school yearbook, now that I think about it.  Something like “At the last minute she abandoned her convent plans and is now happily raising llamas in the Andes.”

Not a bad guess, all things considered. Look at me now, writing about llamas in Arkansas, of all places.

The world gets stranger all the time.