Well Thats Good


I have not been as active on my blog as I have been in the past and I thought at first that I had become wondering-deficient. It was not until I stepped away from the great carnival that occurs in the U.S. every four years ( there is a lesser one every two years for those who suffer withdrawals ) that I realized my process of ” wondering why” had not disappeared it had merely been inundated with sloppy political brew. Upon that realization and having taken an “everyday life” shower to rid myself of the cloying scent of ” election projection” I experienced a sort of “wonderment revival”, and felt the need to speak out and be heard, to be laughed with and at, and to attempt clarification of the biological and literalogical? conundrum involving taste, smell, good and well. What the hell, here we go and lets all hope this turns out swell!

We all know that our overall sense of taste depends a great deal on our sense of smell, right? So that means that if we do not smell good then of course our food will not taste good. Or in other words if we do not taste good then we are not smelling well. If this happened to me, should I then go to my Dr. and ask her to taste me so as to determine if I was well enough to smell, or would that only indicate that smelling good was merely a precursor to tasting good or would I really be visiting the wrong office? Since tasting good is really not the puzzle I was hoping to solve; since eating was the thing I wanted involved, I think I’ll tackle (football season in America) the problem from another direction.

I wish to eat and I want to enjoy my dinner. I want my food to taste good. If that is to occur then I must smell well. Do I need to go back to the Dr. who can tell me if I smell well enough to taste good, or does she even care, just as long as I don’t smell so bad that she can stand to be close enough to tell if I indeed do smell well.[ BTW Can a Dr. tell if you are well by the way you smell? I only know one way to smell and that is through my nose and if that is not good enough to tell, oh well!]

Huh! So far I still have not eaten , I do not know if the food tastes, let alone smells, good , or well ; I don’t even know if I am well enough to tell, and if I were to tell the Dr. that she smells well, would she ever see me again ? Or would I have to wait until I tasted good enough to smell well then make another appointment or should I take  chance that I will taste well enough to smell my way to the restaurant and just make a reservation ?  If I made a reservation would anybody come?    If it smelled good maybe?……….. Should I ask the Dr. to marry me ?

When its time to relax…


From the port in my refrigerator door

The tiny particles of Ice shower my wrist

and the hairs tingle upright in their pores

And the cubes fall in with a tinkling sound

And fill the mason jar up and then mounds

To the top then  the frost laden surface gives way

To the brown spiced rum sprinkled over,

The liquor polishes and smooths the icy cold cubes

And waits in the bottom for the shower

bubbling forth from the ginger ale spout

whose bubbles and froths carry the spirits

about in this one pint container full of

refreshing delight

Till the nose hovers over

nostrils tickled with CO2 dew

And the lips gather the rim

and suction the brew over watering

tongue and the mouth rejoices anew.

And a hearty chuckle breaks through

As the mood rises oer the days strife!

I hope I know when enough is enough !

Change


I am finding that while I sometimes think that I have some insight into the human condition and how the passage of time and the circumstances of life affects people , and enjoy the process of putting these feelings into words; I am horrible at taking my own advice. I do not transition well . ( That IS a verb, isn’t it ? ) lol ; )

Horizons


So, I am sitting around on a Saturday evening, bored as a gourd with nothing constructive to do, so I flip through some you tube videos and settle on watching season 14 Most Fun American Idol and find myself smiling to the point of crying and I wonder WTF is the matter with me.
Have you ever 24 ? Been so caught up in all the negative you have surrounded yourself with for the past year that you finally lost the ability to communicate in a positive manner ?
So,it is with a sense of relief bordering on foolishness and patheticism, and having discovered a newborn sense of wonder and amusement, I now have found a sense of direction and the remembered feeling of joviality necessary to help guide me back to,
personability, if you will.

Anyway, this bit made me feel a bit better, and a little bit better is definitely better than a bunch of bitter ! ; )

Start Over


Ahh, the stroke of the keypad feels rusty. The rhythym of the letters does not exist as a beat, a count, but rather as a rush and a rest, a starting and stopping.

My point of view has shifted so imperceptively but so very definitely, I suppose there should not be any wonder at the confusion that exists in my mind. I mean it IS still from behind the same eyes and from within the same mind I compose but with the emergence of a new facet built into wall of logic from whence the ideas flow it seems that the pull of the current steers the flow of the words onto and over the banks of the old stream of thought and begins cutting new channels that guide the impetus of expressed ideas and mores.

It really seems odd to me that the realization of what physical health means to the thinking being should change so much how that being expresses itself. Having come to that point I cannot deny what is so obviously true….I am not the same man I was two weeks ago. And that being said, even though my main thoughts and outlooks remain the same, enough variance exists that expressing those feelings is equal to revealing the thoughts of a comparative stranger.

When one declares from a platform familiar and steady the power of the words reflects the stability of the platform and when the platform exists in a state of flux the resolve of the words seems unsteady even to the hand that wields them.

Enough of self-revelation, for now it is enough to have restarted the engine and having goosed the throttle a little it is enough to have committed these few words to paper, it is enough to have acknowledged a new beginning.

Oh ! really?


Out the door I bounced ( and I do mean bounced ! )
For my ankle the night before had apparently been trounced
It was swollen up twice its normal girth
It fairly seemed ready a new foot to birth !

But this fact to the story is secondary
Fresh air was on my mind; now I would not tarry
So off the porch and onto the walk I fairly flew
(fairly flew because my windmilling crutches ; new

Generated enough lift for me to enter the wild blue)
Till I settled down and found my steady pace. Whew !
Ambulation with some degree of comfort I had found
When the color of money shined from its hiding spot on the ground !

Wheeling about on my planted brace
I stood looking tall over that presidential face
And my smile grew large as I imagined
All the bootie I’d buy with the executive ransom !

Quickly then I pinned the note to the grass
Lest the morning breeze carry my quarry away, alas!
And bent at the waist while reaching full out
And compressed air from my abdomen blew out with a shout

And my fingers clawed at the empty air,
I could not retrieve it; it just was not fair!
I composed myself for a moment then
And considered my next best option.

Across the way, walking up the street, a likely young kid
With his mother this morning, could surely aid me in my bid
If I could somehow grab his attention…
“Hey Mister, Whatchya doin over there ?” it seemed that now my mission

Could soon be done with the aid of my new accomplice
“Young man can you please come over here ? There is something we can accomplish.”
“Now I will raise the end of my crutch and before the wind tears away with the cash
You will have captured it in mid flight and we will have the last laugh !”

No fault in the plan could the young man see
I freed the bill and he made the grab look easy.
He jumped up with a grin and ran off to his mum calling
“Look what the “gennelmun” give me !”

Hummer


When I get really really tired I like to hum.

Like at the end of a long long day

MMmm,   MMmmm  , Just hum.

To make myself feel happy when there is nothing left to say

I just press my lips together and vibrate my nasal cavity

MMmm,  MMmmm , Long hum

It shows the depths of my depravity

When exhibited with melancholy

MMmm, MMmmm  Ho- hum

Display your lack of energy

Please join in with all sincerity

MMmm, MMmmm, Lovely hum

Hum my ass

I mean bum

MMmm, MMmmm, Sassy hum