

People in every culture go to great lengths to have pretty clothes for special occasions, different kinds of jewelry and face paint.

I bet THAT would frost Ooga’s cupcake, if ovens and baked goods and dogs and cards had been invented yet.” How come YOU never paint anything on our walls? I thought some dogs playing some kind of card game might be amusing…or a portrait of me. All we have are some crummy marks on the wall for the heights of our kids. I have often thought that the cave drawings in France stemmed from the nagging of a cavewoman wife: “Ooga next door has deer on her living room wall and it shows her husband killing it and bringing it home to her.

Of course thumb tacks left holes and masking tape peeled off ugly, stained wall paper and even paint (always men’s room green), but that was the next renter’s problem. Even in our most desperate days I would try to put up a nice travel poster or a print of “Starry Night” on a wall to brighten up some of the dumps we lived in. But those are little things that even the poorest housewife in the ’50’s could buy to make her house prettier. Women take a lot of guff for throw pillows, cute guest soaps, and fancy guest towels. But something there is within the human spirit that tries to make things beautiful. Why? You can drink water from an ugly pitcher as well as a pretty one. But somewhere along the line, the culture – or one talented potter – thought that the object should not only be functional, but PRETTY. Okay, our wise ancestors needed dinnerware and utensils to be sure. I ponder on the purpose of pointless beauty every time I visit museums that feature prehistoric pots and bowls.

So my stuff kept perishing, but especially if guests were coming every day I would plant a new “lamb.” The people in the Gardening departments of Walmart and Ace were always happy to see me, credit card in hand. A tourist noticed the “lion lying down with the lamb” and exclaimed in great surprise, “How do you manage to have the lion and the lamb together?” to which the elderly Israeli caretaker replied, “Every day, a new lamb.” There is a Biblical Garden that is like a zoo with the plants and animals mentioned in the Bible that are native to The Holy Land. The Paranoid Texan Next Door asked why I kept trying with the flowers and I told him the apocryphal joke about the Biblical Garden in Israel. Most perished fairly rapidly from the heat, but I also lost several very expensive ficus trees from a week-long 27 degree cold snap. When I first moved here I planted a great variety of flowers in pots. Although I am a big fan of the desert, I get tired of the tans, grays and browns and long for some color. I have tried to cultivate flowers in Arizona with limited success. It is an exotic flower that is one color in the morning and, like fancy Creole ladies, changes its “dress” to a different color in the late afternoon! It is a miracle that The Creator thought up and a caring thing Tony does periodically to cheer me as we soldier on in Biden’s Build Back Bankrupt and Bigoted America. On some nice mornings I awaken to a text from my Floridian Friend TonyP173 with a picture of his beautiful “Creole Ladies” flowers. Which is the topic of today’s column – Pointless Beauty. It’s not the fault of the Easter Egg Roll & Hunt that a senile old husk wandered off to discuss Afghanistan with children like the demented enraged buzzkill that he is.īecause really, the White House Easter Egg Hunt, a tradition since 1878, is yet another in a long list of inessential things done to try to enrich or engladden our lives. She writes:Ī few weeks ago we discussed the convenience of having a large seasonal animal to herd us away from harm when we are veering off into obvious lunacy. Ammo Grrrll believes in POINTLESS BEAUTY.
