Parallel Universe

  Oscar, our Bichon Frise, turns two today.  I have it on my calendar.  I mentioned this to Montse yesterday asking, “Should we do something…” but right after those words escaped my lips I was mentally backpedaling from the idea. I just knew I didn’t want to become one of those pet owners who scares their friends by creating ‘events’ over animal behavior;

  “Today is a celebration of the first time he scratched at the door to go piddle.” (True, some mature adults actually use the word piddle to describe urination.)

Anyway, as I was rebuking myself for uttering such nonsense in a short-sighted-suggestion sort of way, Montse chirped in;

   “No, I don’t want to become one of those people who make a big deal over their pets; then use that as an excuse to gorge on cake and get fat.”

  I laughed at her timing and told her about my rethinking what I had just said; where she caught me at the mental crossroads of shared thoughts.  She went upstairs to shower, then I in turn followed the trail to ponder the existence of a parallel universe. 

  I’ve been pacing recent developments and discoveries over at CERN, which is to say, the large Hadron particle Collider sitting on the Franco-Swiss border.  Now that they’ve confirmed the physical evidence of the Higgs boson; the so called “God Particle” that keeps our physical universe from running off on its own merry way; it’s only a question of time until they embrace the really sexy stuff like dark matter; dark energy and yes, alternate universes.  With that, of course all kinds of fun can really be had with the toys we’ve kept hidden at the bottom of our toybox.  Once such idea would be the ability to instantaneous communicate thought to a significant other.  Currently we have our incidental experiences, and thank goodness it isn’t a constant state; because it’s clear to me I’d be in real hot water a LOT since I don’t have any filtering control over my thoughts; and that’d be a shame if my lovely bride knew a spontaneous-impulsive thought was without merit an was only just a fleeting impulse; I’d say it would go both ways too, I am sure of it.  But for all of that to be amused with variations and complex reversals to notions most of us place a necessary trust and confidence into for the pure security of depending on our daily pursuits.

  Why, who knows, perhaps one day they’ll discover that the world isn’t the center of the universe?  What a trip that would be.  What if, and here’s my shiver, the ruling species in neighboring universe were cockroaches?  Man, talk about a lot of ad-hoc apologies all around.  Never mind all of that…Oscar, if you’re reading this blog today like you usually do, Happy Birthday White Fang….you add to my joy.