Psychology 101

 

There isn’t any authoritative proof and no DNA testing that I am aware of, however, I truly believe there is something within the makeup of little boys that causes them to throw rocks at the windows of old abandoned houses.  They can’t help themselves.  In fact, it would be odd if they didn’t.

Sometimes, not often, that instinct no longer lies dormant and a full-grown adult will be overcome with the urge to hurl a stone at the window of an abandoned house.  This behavior is seldom viewed as acceptable, simply due to their age.  In fact, it is more likely to be viewed as vandalism than anything else.

This time factor alters our opinion of the behavior.  It is at this juncture where the phrase, Old enough to know better, first came into being.  A phrase not very popular with the younger crowd.

 

 

 ZC

Tiny Dancer

 

No one can tell me the exact number of winds on a music box will get me to exactly the last note of the tune.  Here’s the thing, when ever I ask, I get the same response…  “Why do you want to know?”

 

Besides that, the odds of two music boxes being the same must be astronomical.  So even if this box took 21 winds to reach the exact last note, the box next to it might be completely different and take 18 or 41.

 

I believe what is happening here is that I am having one of those thoughts that isn’t going to go anywhere.  I just ask the question, and it gets left hanging out in space forever.

 

Someday, maybe years from now, someone will be sitting around at a party, and the topic of music boxes will come up.  Back against the wall, over there, somebody will recall that I asked the question years ago on my Blog.

 

“What did he say about it?”

 

“Nothing.  He just left it hanging there.”

 

“Sounds like him.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

Not yet... Not yet...

 

Over time the crows come to understand that the passing cars are going to stay on the pavement, so they needn’t move each time one comes along.

 

It is sort of an unwritten agreement between us and them.  You stay there and we’ll stay here.

 

There is no such agreement between a small boat and a whale.  The man in the boat sees a massive mammal, while the whale sees a potential toy.

 

Again, no agreement exists between a shoe and an ant.  In this situation, neither has a very good chance of seeing the other.

 

A spider in his web that has become airborne and a collision with a hot air balloon could never be anticipated, and should it occur, who would know?

 

Some things in this life are just going to happen.  They just are.  It’s no one’s fault.  No need to fill out a report, or take statements, or pictures.  Nobody will be pacing off the length of the skid marks behind the small boat.

 

I believe there is a calm that arises in knowing this.  Stuff is just going to happen and that’s all there is to it.  On the rare occasion that the airborne spider does collide with the whale, then you should snap your photo.  That will be a keeper.

 

 

Sorry, but my camera didn't

capture the spider at all.

         ZC

I'm just saying...

 

I believe I would feel better about myself today if I had set realistic goals when I was young.  What I should have wanted was to become old and grizzled, have a mediocre education and enjoy a random, completely unrelated series of short professions, culminating in an unmemorable finish.  That would have made me a success today, for I would have achieved everything.

 

 

 

 Z. Corwin

 

From Me

 

Should you someday get a letter

you’ll know that it’s from me

nothing lost along the way

for its sealed as you can see,

 

I’ve taken all precautions

the envelope’s been licked

the string is tied in such a way

then together it’s been sticked,

 

The sealing wax I use of course

is always just the best –

pressed for all the world to see

is my stately family crest,

 

The postman’s not that careful

the mail gets bounced along

by the time you get my letter

the words are spelled all wrong

 

So I seal them up and tuck then in

each vowel in its place

Greeting always at the top

between each line – a space

 

By the time I finally mail it

I’ve done all that I can do

to ensued this worthy message

makes its way to you.

 

zc

 

 

Life's no picnic

 

I had a paper napkin here upon my lap

the breeze snatched it clean away

now I sit here like a sap

 

Syrup dripping from my chin

frosting on my nose

little bits of cookie left

with crumbs around my toes

 

Maybe I can sneak away

before they see me leave

failing that – just like before

I’ll simply use my sleeve.

 

 

 

 

 zc

Greetings

 

If postage weren’t an issue

the dead might use the mail

we could get a letter

from the ones who grew so pale,

 

To know they still remember

and hold us rather dear

as long as they don’t end with

Wish that you were here.

 

zc