and if you listen very hard

 

I have a separate life out at the edge, sort of a peripheral existence where other things are important and odd distractions are the norm.  

It is there I write fascinating; amazing pages that illuminate life’s shadows and stretch the laws of reason like 30 pounds of trash jammed into a 10 pound plastic bag.  

The plastic becomes excruciatingly thin, even becoming somewhat transparent at the greatest stress points, but never breaking through.  

The problem is that I can never place such pages upon this blog.  They are written in images void of punctuation and falling just short of understanding.  Unlike this, where you are reading one word at a time, slowly piecing the picture together, the communication on my pages at the periphery explode into sharp images all at once.  

If it were sound it would be like a massive speaker bursting music through a vacuum.  There is no vibration, or sound waves, but simply and quite loudly the very essence of Stairway to Heaven reaching through the far side, colliding into one Galaxy after another like a steel ball echoing across a pinball machine, waking all inhabitants only to again become eerily silent.  

Unless of course I pull the plunger back once again, compressing the intergalactic spring with such great force that once I let go it sends the steel ball at light speed off of the playing field and splintering through the back of the known Universe, crashing into and leaving quite a dent in time itself.

 It really is best that I leave that kind of stuff out there at the edge. It would be different if time didn’t have multiple sides -and dents just across the way didn't became protrusions in someone else's space. 

 

Inner Workings

 

Just in case you were wondering what

inner workings looked like.

In the light of a 40 watt Moon

There is an odd collection of things gathered where I write.  Sometimes they provide inspiration, other times they are simply distractions.  All of this, of course, is influenced by the weather just outside the window.

Perched atop the bookcase is a hawk.  She surveys all that is fit to print.  At the far end of the same bookcase sits a scavenger crow, swooping down occasionally to pick at the dead punctuation, the result, no doubt, of a run-on sentence.

I remember glancing at her yesterday as she was tugging at a dangling participle.  It was gross.

If you're wondering about the title of this post...

All I can say is that it remains important, the type and amount of light you are working under.  For in the wrong light - a tube of sunscreen could easily be confused with a tube of toothpaste.

It's not funny.        

Once Upon A Time

Two young boys walked up to a very large Oak tree and the first thing they noticed were two frogs sitting at the base of the tree.  The frogs were knee deep in a conversation about Neil deGrasse Tyson’s book, Astrophysics for people in a hurry.  So engrossed were they that neither noticed the two boys.

One of the boys looked up.  His friend said, “What are you doing? You’re not going to see a frog nest.  Frogs don’t live in trees.”

It was odd, of course, that neither boy had noticed that it was Monday and yet both frogs were dressed as if it were casual Friday.

Much later and unrelated to the above story, two adults who happened upon a very large Oak tree thought they heard voices as they passed the tree.  They stopped and looked around.  Only then did they notice two frogs at the base of the tree.  

The frogs stopped talking and one of them looked up at the person on the left.  “Weren’t you here several years ago.  I seem to remember you were a young boy and had this same friend with you.”

Of course, the man was startled at the frog’s recollection.  “Yes, that was us, but how on earth did you remember that?”

Some years beyond all that, long after the large Oak tree had been chopped down to make way for a new sub-division, a very old man was walking his dog.  The dog was on a leash and sniffing at everything he passed.  

The dog felt he needed to tug harder on the leash to hurry the old man along.  He loved being outside and wanted to walk and walk and walk, even though he knew the old man was soon to tire and head back home.

Suddenly the dog stopped.  He was no longer pulling on the leash, in fact, he wasn’t budging.  He had obviously discovered something there by the bush that was new to him.  He had never smelled anything like that before.

The old man wasn’t sure what his dog had discovered so he cautiously walked over and bent down to have a look.

“You silly mutt, that’s just a frog nest.”

Not having yet had my morning coffee

I take no responsibility for this post.

I woke up thinking I'd write something about

the changing face of our surroundings,

about the things that go unnoticed and of the

various behaviors during the different stages

of life.

As I sat here, however, I began asking myself -

How on earth will I write about things

that have gone unnoticed?

zc

Public Service Announcement

While occasionally daydreaming there have been mental banana peels upon which I have slipped.

And no, it wasn’t funny.

Any mental missteps should be taken seriously.  They, depending upon their frequency, may be an indicator of Pre-ignoresya. (PI)  A condition where others believe you to be rudely ignoring them.

Presently there are no tests available to determine whether someone truly suffers from this affliction or if they simply don’t like you.

On the other hand, if everyone around you seems to have contracted this very contagious disease, then most likely – they’re fine.



PSA #18

Some say all my bases aren't loaded

I sat in traffic last week, long enough to watch part of some neighborhood baseball game being played in a field not far from the road.  The pitcher wound up and put one right across home plate.  

The batter popped it up; it hung there momentarily and then plopped back into the waiting mitt of the pitcher.  I wanted to watch some more but the smoking, rusted car in front of me started to move, so the last glimpse I had of the game was of the proud pitcher turning to the outfield and taking several bows.  I hadn’t seen that much ham since Easter.

For some reason I know I’ll forever retain the image of that pitcher taking bows.  The silliness of it seemed to add a spark of humanity to an otherwise unmemorable event.

I believe it to be the silliness that I see every day, as I look around at life and it is that which fills my empty brain cells.  Cells, that in others, are full of math, science, current events and proper comma usage.  For me, everyday life is like a thick syrup, ever so slowly pouring over my brain filling millions of cells with silly observations.

Look around.  It doesn’t take much effort to see the silliness.  Example: at the new mall, just down the road, they put up a huge building and they call it, Outdoor World.  I bet someone, somewhere is still taking bows for that one. 

This is Zobostic Corwin suggesting that if you are out of school and don’t have to take any more tests – go and flush the Political Science and Calculus out of your brain and make room for a little silliness.  Just go out and look around, even if you have to take an intentional walk.

This is not

one size fits all