May 25

No, I did not greet May 25 as Towel Day, though I knew of that designation by fans of Douglas Adams. Rather, I was appreciating the clear water I was drawing, through the pipes, from the well. This was probably prompted by the pictures I saw of the cracked surfaces of drought stricken areas, a few days before. However, at supper time the radio announcer ran an excerpt from a speech by Douglas Adams in honour of Towel Day. Here is the little blip:
This is rather as if you imagine a puddle waking up one morning and thinking, 'This is an interesting world I find myself in - an interesting hole I find myself in - fits me rather neatly, doesn't it? In fact it fits me staggeringly well, must have been made to have me in it!' This is such a powerful idea that as the sun rises in the sky and the air heats up and as, gradually, the puddle gets smaller and smaller, it's still frantically hanging on to the notion that everything's going to be alright, because this world was meant to have him in it, was built to have him in it; so the moment he disappears catches him rather by surprise. I think this may be something we need to be on the watch out for.                                                                             


Happy Towel Day.