Side Note:

 

 

I love macaroni salad.  I could eat macaroni salad until it was coming out of my ears.

 

Someone might see me on the street and say, “Hey, you’ve got a little something coming out of your ear.”

 

Of course, I’d say… “It’s probably just an elbow.”

 

 

 

 

Road Scholars

 

If we were to see only their thoughts walking along the road, the dog walker would most likely be thinking about all of the things on her to-do list for the day, and it would all start the moment she got back to the house.  The dogs, most likely, would know instinctively the walk was just about over and would be happy to once again have their paws off of the hot asphalt.

Of course, that is just my interpretation.  In reality, I haven’t a clue.  But seeing them day after day walking along the same route, how exciting can it be?   She has an obligation to walk them, and they get to be outside of the house, if only for a few minutes.  Blah, blah, bah…

What if the dogs were much smarter than we give them credit for?  What if, as they walked along the neighborhood they were contemplating the vastness of space, or what if through their senses they could feel the tectonic plates shift and knew it was only a matter of time now.

How much different would life be if the animal kingdom could communicate with us?  Would they be constantly telling us what we were doing wrong?  How our pollution was affecting all aspects of the globe, or what the long-term effects were of our nuclear testing.  Or perhaps of how yanking on the leash hurts their neck, and oh how they wished we were smarter.

 

 

 zc

 

A Swing and a Miss

 

The short version.

A few days ago, I discovered another person who had a view of the world similar to mine.  I have to tell you, it was exciting.  It was like wandering into your bedroom and finding a stack of your favorite candy bars, you had forgotten you hid on yourself.

I couldn’t wait to tell them all about my Blog and show them that I was just over here, not far away at all and how our view of life was like looking into a mirror.  It really was as if a tiny spark ad come to life and for the moment nothing else mattered. 

Here’s the part I hadn’t realized.  The ball game was already over.  The other team was on the bus headed home and no one was going to pitch to me.  I just stood there at home plate, looking around at the empty stands.  Even the smell of hotdogs had left the air.

The new friend I had gotten all excited about was only a flickering image from previous games.  They had passed away some time ago and what I was seeing was a replay.

How foolish I felt, waiting to see if they were going to write back to me.  Their uniform had already been washed and was now hanging in the Hall of Fame.  I was nothing more than a goofy fan who had tried to grab onto a memory.  And those, as we know, fade away as quick as the crack of the bat gets carried off on the breeze.

Final Score

 

A shutout

 

 zc

 

 

 

 

 

I hope you find your way

 

Z. Corwin

They wait until dark

 

That's when they get in.

Sometimes I hear them walking
around in the ductwork.  

I'm working on it

 

Cognitive ability - further down the chain

 

I can only imagine what the fish think as they look up and see the dark shape of a boat on the surface, then notice the strange and wondrous worm suddenly dancing about before their eyes.

 

 

 zc