O Holy Night.....
The Sacred Festival of Lights....
Merry Christmas or Happy Holidays.....
The media frenzy as we approach primaries.....
More bizarre weather events around the globe.....
So much to attend to in the world as we move through the winter solstice....
All of it critical to our survival as a country, as a conglomeration of nations, as a planet.
Our attention should be focused on all of these momentous events, each of us adding our voices to those of our neighbors, both next door and across the globe. Right?
How long have you been reading this column, anyway? You should know better than that....
I DO want to focus on what's concerning me, the matter that keeps me awake at night, distressed and full of angst. It's these tiny bumps that have appeared all over my shins. Kind of like barnacles on the underside of a boat, but these have affixed themselves to the front of my legs, where everyone can see them. Now, THAT'S concerning me.
Plus, now I find out that other people experience the same thing as the aging process sneaks up on them and smacks them right between the eyes, laughing and pointing as we all look on in horror to our bodies morph and slide and....well, those of you who have been through this know what I'm talking about, don't you? The least some of you could have done, though, was TELL the rest of us that this was going to happen.
At first I thought I'd just have to live with these pesky adhesions, but then I Googled the situation. And do you know what I found out? You can scrape them off with a rough sponge, just like those little boat freeloaders can be scraped from the hull of a boat. Sweet.....I would never have thought of trying that.
Bet you didn't know that, either, did you? That's because people who have already gone down the road of birthday cakes burning to a crisp are hiding all of this information for some reason, holding it close to their drooping chests or bent backs, chuckling and whispering with glee, "Just wait.....!" until the next catastrophe strikes, the one that plays even more havoc on our bodies or our minds.
So, go ahead and argue about whether to say Merry Christmas or Happy Holidays, or which Republican is going to come out on top when the tear gas clears and the blood stops flowing. For me, I'm going to get out my little loofah and start scrubbing.
Merry holidays, ya'll.
The Sacred Festival of Lights....
Merry Christmas or Happy Holidays.....
The media frenzy as we approach primaries.....
More bizarre weather events around the globe.....
So much to attend to in the world as we move through the winter solstice....
All of it critical to our survival as a country, as a conglomeration of nations, as a planet.
Our attention should be focused on all of these momentous events, each of us adding our voices to those of our neighbors, both next door and across the globe. Right?
How long have you been reading this column, anyway? You should know better than that....
I DO want to focus on what's concerning me, the matter that keeps me awake at night, distressed and full of angst. It's these tiny bumps that have appeared all over my shins. Kind of like barnacles on the underside of a boat, but these have affixed themselves to the front of my legs, where everyone can see them. Now, THAT'S concerning me.
Plus, now I find out that other people experience the same thing as the aging process sneaks up on them and smacks them right between the eyes, laughing and pointing as we all look on in horror to our bodies morph and slide and....well, those of you who have been through this know what I'm talking about, don't you? The least some of you could have done, though, was TELL the rest of us that this was going to happen.
At first I thought I'd just have to live with these pesky adhesions, but then I Googled the situation. And do you know what I found out? You can scrape them off with a rough sponge, just like those little boat freeloaders can be scraped from the hull of a boat. Sweet.....I would never have thought of trying that.
Bet you didn't know that, either, did you? That's because people who have already gone down the road of birthday cakes burning to a crisp are hiding all of this information for some reason, holding it close to their drooping chests or bent backs, chuckling and whispering with glee, "Just wait.....!" until the next catastrophe strikes, the one that plays even more havoc on our bodies or our minds.
So, go ahead and argue about whether to say Merry Christmas or Happy Holidays, or which Republican is going to come out on top when the tear gas clears and the blood stops flowing. For me, I'm going to get out my little loofah and start scrubbing.
Merry holidays, ya'll.
Age wrinkles the body. Quitting wrinkles the soul.
Douglas MacArthur
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