Archives for December 2021

The tray was flat, the hill was not.

The lights of traffic, cars and individuals determined to get home yet again.

The sound and smell of the evening as light softened and shrank like a volume control turned down slowly on an old radio.

Such are the changes, unchanged, and repeating.

Ask each one person, what are their favorite things and once in a while there will be uniqueness, differences in the sameness.

The reply can be a humorous one – out of nowhere (so to speak).

Every time a reply is needed it is an opportunity for levity and laughter.

Even so, we are not telling a joke here, not now, not this time.

Because, we don’t want to start a joke with a “this is really funny” spoiler or warning.

The greatest laughs are delivered and “received” when least expected.

We got there, slowly, floating on a small piece of wood.

The sky threatened, then encouraged and then became our friend,

If you keep turning right you may get tired. Turning left, it’s not better.

Like to say how much we enjoyed your company.

Friends and really good acquaintances….different but valued.

Reciprocate with gusto.

I’d like to be the first in one thing…

Maybe more than one…

But, for now it’s doing something wonderful for fun, long before and without expecting reciprocation.

It’s the good form of “selfishness”. After all it’s for fun!

Hope so!

Twirling batons and silk drapes.

The invitation had arrived without a stamp.

Whether it was delivered by hand, personally, or carried along with fliers offering horrible velvet sofas, we may never know.

The entrance was bigger than our first house. The house was bigger than the local multiplex.

And, there was a private 40 seat cinema, an indoor olympic-size pool and an old English sheepdog.

The dog seemed to be the wisest being there. Oh, but yes, the owner was gentle, sage, imaginative and funny.

We liked the funny part. And the closing ceremony…where twirling was performed as a fine art and the dog barked.