FREEING YOUR SERIOUS MIND ON A SILLY SUNDAY
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Rumor has it that sometimes I don’t take things seriously when writing these posts. Really?
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Well sure...guilty. Voltaire once quipped, “god is a comedian waiting fro.his audience to laugh.” I’m not claiming divinity here or its opposite, however, I do think a good laugh never hurt anyone. I’m not sure of this detail regarding the exact ages here, yet I know I’ve read that the average small child and or infant laughs up to 400 times a day whereas the average. 40 year old only laughs 4 times a day. I’m not going to provide a laundry list of why this might be though I do think we need to restore a balance here. Oh and I am going to use a laundry list to start that task today. So sit back and relax—and if you choose to just smile or laugh good work...it will always help in the process of seeking peace and joy.
The laundry List
So on Friday I had to visit the bank and do some other business that sort of required being dressed up a bit. Having finished that I got home and wanted to. Get into some more comfortable clothes. CAUTION: IF YOUY HAVE AN ACTIVE IMAGINATION AND HAVE BEEN DRINKING A LOT—THIS PART INCLUDES PARTIAL NUDITY SO TRY NOT TO EMBARASS ME BY THINKING THAT WAY
So I undo my belt and take off my pants so I can put on some sweats. I notice that I have taken. Off pants but there is only one item of clothing on the floor Should it be called a pant? I know that a pant is heavy breathing and in my youth taking these off might have created heavy breathing...but that’s another thing altogether. Now I pulled on my sweats- or sweat pants again only one item Now by the logic of how these itemsI should have. Started to take off my shirts, but I only took off one item—a shirt—and had nothing on from the waist up. I looked through my pile of things on my dresser and picked out a fine choice black t-shirt. I decided to change my socks. NBow I wished they were pants. Not that I like to go without pants, however if socks were pants I’d only have to change one because well pants are only one thing. I think the dryer is trying to tell us something because single socks disappear from there all the time.
Okay I find some white socks in my drawer. I’ve never seen this furniture sketch out even a stick figure so why does it get that title?
I move ahead to put on my shoes and this whole process that is full of strange words in about finished. Of course you know what they call this? Yes they call it “dressing.” Dressing? Isn’t that what some folks put on salad? Okay don’t picture me or anyone else pulling on sweats standing on a huge pile of mixed greens with a little tomoato on the side.
Anyway... I’ve been thinking... we make up new. Words. All the time. Maybe we can work on these clothing words such a bit what do you think?
I ‘m. Thinking we don’t need to get too complicated and think of words like. (Sp). Cummerbund, but we need to do something to help future generations.
Well enough is enough on this. Tomorrow is Columbus Day—prepare for another little rant and some more peace and joy
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