The Art of Soup

 

Smart Phone

 

I’d like to know what my phone is doing when I turn it on.  I’m sure one of the first things it does is to check to see what time it is, followed by the date.  And it seems it also must know where it is on the planet, so it can calculate the time zone with its GPS location.  

While it is going through all of that, it needs to find out what has transpired during the night, you know, retrieve any emails or text messages that came in while it was sleeping.  All of these things are taking place before the screen lights up. 

Somewhere, not too far below that layer of activity, it searches out the weather.  Does it need to display rain, or sun – snow or fog?  Even which direction the wind is coming from and how strong the gusts will be is a must know.  Basically, it needs to figure everything out before I ever start my day.  

I expect my brain goes through the same shenanigans when I wake up.  What time is it, where am I and what’s the weather going to be today.  Supposedly my battery is fully charged after a good night’s sleep and instead of checking out potential wind gusts, I search for breakfast.  What’s it to be and where will it come from?

My smart phone operates independently from me.  I need to eat, but other than recharging the battery, I don’t have to feed my phone.  Yes, there are bytes involved but no actual food is consumed.  How messy would that be?  Stuffing pancakes into the small slot on the phone?  Forcing a little butter and then pouring syrup into the mix.

OK, so that whole last thought process about feeding food to my smart phone, well…

Consider for a moment that my brain is down to just one bar.  Maybe if I go over and stand by the window…

 

 

Sorry for my extended absence

 

but I lost my keys and haven't been able to get back in.

I'll check under the couch cushion.

Fingers crossed.

It's Odd

 

The things that will make people smile.

Darn, I just broke a nail.

 

 

Driving along the Panhandle

 

Oops

 

It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas

 

This Blog

 

Looks completely different from the inside.

I had no idea that was in there.

 

The Home

 

Walking on a winter’s trail

A cold and starry night it was -

Snug inside my fur-lined gloves

Fingers wrapped in cozy fuzz –

Winter boots around my feet

Woolen socks seemed just the thing –

With scarf tucked in, I felt complete,

Then I heard my cell phone ring.

Who dare intrude on such a walk

and break the stillness of the night –

Who feels compelled to have me talk

I’m sorry, but this isn’t right.

Between my teeth I bite my glove

and slip my hand from where its warm 

A senior's somehow wandered off

a searching party has been formed

describing me as old and gray

said to search both far and near,

I calmly tuck my phone away - 

enjoying quiet while its here.

 

 

 

 

Says it all...

 

With one sock on and one sock off

 

 

I knew a man named Borsenhnoff

who never did complain –

I saw him waiting for a bus

just standing in the rain,

With dripping hat and soggy coat

more tolerant than us –

The sign a foot above his head

showed he’d missed the bus.

At home his children pestered him

they always wanted toys –

And never would his wife allow

A night out with the boys,

Yet always pleasant Borsenhnoff

would smile every day –

And when his soup would show up cold

he’d eat it anyway.

The last time I saw Borsenhnoff

they were laying him to rest -

A smile still upon his face

he’s given life his best.

 

 

 

 

Bar Exam

 

My Favorite Crow

 

They know

 

where I shop

and where I eat dinner,

They know what I weigh

and when I get thinner,

Then know where I end

before I do start,

They see everything

I add to the cart.

They’re aware of my movies

what I watch on TV

They know that I mute

when they’re talking to me.

They know all the things

I tend to avoid –

That could make me suspicious

or a bit paranoid.

 

Who's There?