Archives for 2022

Sweet and sour.

The day was hot, the night less surprisingly, cool.

As for the events, people and work completed, things were unusual.

The bicycle-like pace of the tasks completed had continued and yet the number of people welcomed was more like a rocket.

Signals and interpretations were received and made.

Everything was noted in a small leather notebook, each subject entered in its own color.

A likeable way of proceeding we thought. So did everyone.

So many hats hanging on hooks.

The door seemed weighed down and tired from this eternal duty.

But it still closed securely.

The hats were a bundle of assorted styles and colors.

The fedora attracted the most attention for its hand-painted panel illustrating door designs over the ages.

One part of this was a clever rendition of a gap, a pre-door portrayal.

History is everywhere. It was, it is, and it will be.

A strawberry got stuck in an elevator.

Another found time to see a therapist.

It was a ripe hour of divesting secrets long-buried.

The therapist gave the strawberry a lottery ticket.

The elevator juddered, moved and arrived on the eighth floor.

The lottery ticket was not a winner, the hour was most rewarding.

We ask: is this a metaphor…who is the strawberry…are we praising therapy?

Give us an hour and we’ll probably find out.

Shimmy, Shimmy…sha la la!

Don’t you feel like writing a song some times?

I do.

I hear the music whispering from the pebbles of a beach or the rocks of a real mountain, and the words float into place. Lyrics, yes!

I publish the lyrics on occasion, the music needs to come when I find the working musician who wants to play.

So much to look forward to.

So many hats and almost enough trees to hang them on.

If we take the ski hats, the sombreros and the bowlers, we wonder if the trilbys are worth saving.

The future rarely calls back to us and tells us which hats we will need in the next decade.

We can guess, but there’s no basis for that as past hat needs are no indication of future requirements.

Just like everything else.

As hats, so goes everything else.

I tip my hat to you!