it's a stretch

Shamus on view

Me-usings and Me-emories

2 March 2021 - Everyone has his/her challenges.  I long to be bigger.  As the song warbles, "...little baby legs and they stand so low.  You got to pick 'em up just to say hello."  Well, that is my reality.  Post-natal calories are critical to early development, and worthwhile calories were scarce when I was a kit.  So I am destined to remain in the left-end of the bell curve for height.  Weight can be padded on, once food becomes plentiful, but the underlying skeleton has ossified... it is what it is.  If you examine all the great peep gymnasts, you will find a crowd of shorties:  keeping one's center of mass low helps balance, and less mass gives gravity less to exert its forces upon.  But the gold medals in broad-jump go to the lithe and long of limb.  Why does one want what one doesn't have?

clipped notes

                             Today's Catechism 

                            (for the autodidcat)

"One small step" is

a slow form of progress.

Bring back Bastet

Bastet beckons

Catty Corner

phrase of the day - small purrtatoes, an insignificant lump of carbohydrates (and I do like butter)