"The Wondering Jew"
2000-06-14 - 10:30 MDT
June 14, 2000
Tweaking The Mood
How philosophical can a man become when an hour of brainstorming goes down the tube at the stroke of a key. Which key ? Damfino, things were going smoothly and shoosh - vacancy to match my dumbfounded head piece.
My bumfoozled mind is in the same state it was when I turned to look behind me an turned in time to run head on into a post. A moment of shocked silence trying to put myself in the proper place in the universe and find out if I could figure if I could be who I thought I was. and then down to the nitty-gritty of figuring what happened, why the sudden stop ? Where did that pain come from in my head and face ?
Geez, I just gotta find out what I do that makes that happen - - - - I am sure that I did something wrong and the dog isn't here to yell at, well I don't have a dog anyway - - - but the feeling is there. Senility has it's down side and I am on that slide, I think.
I was telling of a super good time I had as a young child - - - but my mind is on strike, it just said, "Oh no, not that again - - - with those tired fingers and that loose brain? Take a break man and try it again tomorrow.
I've been known to do other ding-bat things, such as trying to throw a live cigarette butt out of a closed car window and other things too numerous to even think about. I am glad I don't have Tourette's Syndrome ---- who knows what would come out of my addle brain fed mouth.
Guess that things could have been worse, maybe bad enough that I would be unable to talk or see those laughing at me.
With a blushing face, fini, exit !0 comments so far