Here’s an Idea

Everyone has an idea.

Except my Uncle George; at least according to my Aunt Sally. Aunt Sally always says Uncle George has no idea…no idea at all. Then she usually winks and walks away.

In any case, distant relatives aside, there are a lot of ideas floating around, so there’s a pretty good chance you’ve had one yourself…maybe more than one…maybe even a couple.

Even me…I have an idea once in a while.

Like this one…an idea about ideas.

Hey…I didn’t say it was a great idea…or even a good idea. I just said it was an idea…about ideas.

My first idea about ideas is the more you say it, or read it, the weirder it looks and sounds.

Spring Hope’s Eternal

Hope sits on the doorstep of Spring.

Every year, with a big smile, waiting to be let in.

It’s the best thing about spring.

Hope.

After all those abbreviated, dreary days, grey skies, drizzle and frozen nights blanketed with snow...it’s spring!

The sun hangs high, stirring lawns, awakening buds, elevating new sprouts of crocuses, daffodils and tulips upward and outward.

All of it shouting in celebratory tones…we made it!

It’s spring!

Now, instead of merely dreaming of better days, we can actually set our sights on them—months of them—ahead.

Not that we’re totally without hope throughout the bleak months of winter.

We hope Netflix finally comes to its senses and starts streaming “The Musters” after all of our complaints.

We hope the nor’easters arrive packing mostly rain, and, if not, hope most of the snow drifts on our neighbor’s driveway instead of ours.

The Essence is Time

Let me be the last to wish you a Happy New Year!

Hopefully, I’m the last, because if people are still wishing you a Happy New Year, a couple of days before St. Patrick’s Day, then both you, and they, need to get out more.

Like me...I need to get out more, at least enough so my tires don’t crumble with dry rot, again.

So, it’s been awhile.

I’ve been a little slow out of the gate getting the retorts rolling, this year.

Not that it was intentional.

It just was.

Not sure why.

As I was telling Super Retorter, Joan, just the other day, every time I sit down to write I seem to get easily distracted and that’s the end of that.

I think I’m going to blame Trump. He’s constantly after me to work up pithy new Tweets for him to put out there. 

Of course, I have no idea what I’m talking about, especially at that hour of the morning, so I just throw out any nonsense that pops into mind, just to get rid of him. The next thing I know he’s got the whole world in an uproar.  

Crazy, huh?

Go figure….

I’ve also spent a lot of the new year trying to find myself…again.

This year I found myself in the cookie cabinet, which wreaked havoc on my waistline.

Not to mention the cookie cabinet.