We're in this together

 

Until there is an attempt, nobody really knows the path of least resistance.  Just as some movie makers overshoot the ending.  “He should have ended it back when…”

It’s difficult to know something beforehand.  If it is the first time for something, it is all guess work.  That can become expensive, not to mention hazardous.

        When you are wheeled into a hospital, you’re hoping your case isn’t unique.  You never want to be the first one to have something like this, or to experience this.  You want the doctor that’s been around the block, not the one who could pass for a 12-year-old.

        The same for an auto mechanic, although the risk is not as high.  A new chef at a restaurant – maybe, but a new trapeze artist that needs to catch you, never.

        You also don’t want to be at the other end either.  “Here, taste this, I think it’s bad.”

        Here’s the thing, this post isn’t about the path of least resistance or screams coming from a hospital room, or an auto mechanic with leftover parts.   It is about everything being connected.  It’s all connected, just like mushrooms you see growing in your lawn.  On the surface each stands on its own, each appears unique, and yet just below the surface it is one large and complicated network of life.

        Even this Blog has connected you and me.  It may be a thin link but here it is.  My brain sprouts an idea, you read it and the connection is made.  The circuit is complete.  Now my idea is floating about in your brain.

        Keep in mind, just as not every mushroom is eatable, not all of my ideas are good ones.  In fact, most are just passing time until my expiration date, when I come face to face with that 12-year-old. 

 

 

 

 

 Z. Corwin

 

 

 

 

Forty-seven cents

 

There must be a reason for pocket change

although it varies both in quantity and sound

perfect for some things

but short for others,

 

Adequate to give away

while secure in its keeping

 

Fine to transfer on laundry day

from here to there

With some

finding its way into the wash

 

It has followed us throughout history

It has been on TV

and up on the silver screen

 

It is carried in novels

as well as in short stories

 

and now it has come here.

 

 

ZC

Beneath a Broken Streetlight

 

I wandered nervous through the town

Shadows filled each alley way

I seemed to jump at every sound

I should have come here in the day

 

Homeless sleeping here and there

Blankets made from daily news

I stepped across some underwear

The place it wreaked of rancid booze

 

In quiet steps I crossed the street

A familiar sight I hoped to see

But standing dressed from head to feet

A mannequin was all it be

 

In the window looking smug

Showing off his scarf and hat

Oh how I’d love to be inside

Safe and warm and dressed like that

 

Outside instead in all this dark

Scared and hungry all alone

I can’t remember where I parked

Without a signal on my phone.

 

 

 

 

     ZC

 

 

Too Fancy for a Pizza

 

Now - with Rain Water

 

They never question who fills it

 

The Racoons find it full each night

they drink and wash their hands

leave footprints when they go

 

The Possums drink more than they should

considering they’re far from home

 

The Crows balance themselves on the rim

they squawk at their achievement

proud at such an accomplishment

 

The Squirrels, with their dainty sips

always skittish and quick to leave

with never a Thank You.

 

The neighborhood cat

walks past, nose and tail in the air

couldn’t care less.

 

 

ZC

Stuff Archaeologist

 

There are things sitting here and there that mostly go unnoticed.  There is no real reason for them, it’s just stuff.  As I walked by one such collection of things, it got me to thinking about the history of everything.  Each item has its own history.  All different things that followed different paths and yet they all ended up here.

The timeline for each is different, as is the original place from where each came.  Various spots from around the country, or maybe even from around the world, are all gathered here on my floor.

Long after I am gone, their journey will most likely continue.  Into an estate sale or possibly bundled into some deal with an antique shop.  No matter what, their adventure will continue.  Their history will continue to grow. 

Being a stuff Archaeologist might be a fun profession.  With today’s technology, it could prove a great deal easier than digging in the dirt, searching for who knows what, from who knows when.  Wandering through an antique shop, wearing a headlamp and carrying a dust cloth sounds fairly easy.

 

 

 Initial findings on the round, multi-colored 
vase.  This is the artist.

   ZC

 

 

 

 

Factory Life

 

It’s called Drop-Forge.  It is a massive machine designed to actually drop a very heavy weight onto a metal sheet that lays over the desired form.  The end result is the sheet of metal now conforms to the shape of the die that was beneath it, which could be an automobile fender or a kitchen sink or anything in between.

 

The side effects include but are not limited to…

 

Deafness

Shattered nerves

Loss of sleep

Reduced appetite

Weight loss

 

        However, the company pays minimum wage and includes medical and one week vacation.

 

 

 Stay in school.  Your college degree might keep you in the office instead of out in the factory.

Shown here in Quiet Mode

ZC