The Blogs

There's a hidden sadness to blogs.  It is similar to speaking into a well, hearing your own voice, listening to your own opinions, without ever sipping the water.  You know its down there, occasionally an echo pings back to you, but the loneliness remains overwhelming.

So why continue?  Simply put, the drive to write doesn't dissipate with a mood change.  You just change gears and write about that.  You examine the construction of the well; you pull the bucket up and check for holes, then inspect the rope and the crank handle.

As soon as you think this entire exercise was a pathetic waste of time, you also realize you no longer have "The Blogs".

You've been cured; you're a new person, refreshed, revitalized - energized.

 

 

That will be $5.00


Thank you

ZC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Spot

 

 

It was picture day

 

but he had gotten a spot

 

on his new jacket -

  

Lucky for him the photographer

 

knew just what to do.

 

 

 

 

 



Divorce

 

They both were lazy, and after so many years

of getting on each other's nerves...

 

They split up.

 

Each however was too lazy

 to move out.

 

So they stayed put.

 

 

In the settlement she got to keep the air conditioner on her side.

 

 

 

 

 

 



Bed Fellows

They gave you support when you needed it most.

It was years later when I met them.  Only a handful of the original crowd was left but all-in-all they weren’t looking too bad for their age.

They were in a wooden box when I saw them, sitting on the edge of an old table in a second-hand shop. 

As I snapped this picture none of them moved a muscle; almost like they’d forgotten how.

 

 

 

 

 

Something must have happened

 

 

 

 

 

They're at the window table...

 

 

over there.



They came in together..

 

 

 

 

But she looks a little shaken,


if you know what I mean.

 

 



Car Shopping



Hold Your Fire

Whenever I see the old cowboys bouncing along on their galloping horses, shooting at the bad guys who themselves are bouncing about, I have to wonder just where all those wild shots are going.

It's hard enough to hit a moving target, but when you also bounce the shooter up and down and sideways... absolutely nothing is in harm's way except maybe the camera man and a few unlucky birds.

It was this thought that started me thinking about efficiency.  Now if I were the Sheriff in charge of keeping the peace, and had to work within a small town budget, the first thing I would do would be to educate my posse.

Lesson #1
No shooting while on your horse.

Exceptions:
You are using your own bullets, and not those issued by the State.

Side note:

If you shoot the camera man - you are responsible for finding a replacement.