And now for something completely silly

The plaque on my wall does say “Be silly sometimes.”

So, a frog, a hippopotamus and a pelican walk into a bar. Silly things always happen in bars, right? 

And what could be sillier than a frog, a hippo and a pelican having a conversation in a bar? Perhaps two people walking into a bar looking for a soulmate. It does happen, no doubt, finding the perfect match in a tavern, but the odds are somewhat silly, I should think.

That’s wrong — I tried for silly and found myself with something kind of sad. Let’s try again.

“How do you keep your girlish figure?” the hippo asked the pelican.

“I fly,” said the pelican. “When you’re 150 feet in the air and riding the wind currents, the extra weight just peels off.”

“I can’t fly,” said the hippopotamus. “Perhaps that’s why I can’t lose weight.”

“Then howcome I’m not a big tub like you?” said the frog. “I can’t fly, either. It’s probably all the protein I eat that keeps me svelt.”

“I’m a vegetarian; I don’t eat fat and protein,” said the hippo, “but you’re right, I’m a big tub. How does that happen?”

“It’s a criminal conspiracy,” said the pelican. “Someone wants hippos to be fat. But who?”

“You are kind of cute as a fattie,” the frog said with a sincere smile.

“Don’t get any ideas, buster, I’m taken,” the hippo said.

“And he loves you just the way you are,” the pelican said and started to sing a Billy Joel song.

“This is so much nicer than sitting in a bar,” said the frog, surveying their surroundings.

“Got that right,” the others said in unison. 

Attitude adjustment

Just another Thursday morning. How do I talk myself out of lethargy and melancholy and thank God for this most amazing day? I suppose a prayer couldn’t hurt.

Perhaps a rephrase:

It’s another Thursday morning! Time to talk myself out of lethargy and melancholy and thank God for this most amazing day! A prayer of praise to get started!!

Another first chapter

Where do I begin? At the beginning, I suppose. But that’s the trouble — when did the story begin? And what is the story, anyway? Some might say there’s really no story to tell, or at least anything unusual or special. But that would be missing the point, wouldn’t it? Now, you might counter by asking what the point actually is, and if you can’t see the point, maybe we have nothing to talk about — and that would be something to talk about all in itself.

It probably began with the great upheaval, but who can say with any clarity when the great upheaval began, right? One day we were all neighbors and hey how are ya and how are the kids? And the next thing you know, how dare you and what the hell were you thinking?

I’m from the old school, I still love my neighbors, praise God. I have no idea what they think of me anymore, sadly. All I can control are my own thoughts and feelings, and I try so hard to keep them positive, because hey, life is short. Life goes on and on for a long, long time until one day you’re thinking how quickly it all went by. Instead of somedays and you just wait, life has become the blink of an eye and how can it be almost over.

In any case, it doesn’t make any sense to figure out where it all began, except in the sense of trying to avoid whatever started it over again if we get the chance. I’ve never met anyone who was really trying to pick a fight, they always seemed to believe it was the other guy who sucked them into this.

Maybe they’re right — there’s nothing to see here, so we should just move along, move along.

But if there’s nothing to see here, then who do we hold accountable for all that happened? We do want someone held accountable, don’t we? Can’t we even agree on that?

It’s so hard to tell. I have some ideas, but who cares what I think? It would be nice to go back to the beginning and start over, but we can’t even agree on when it started and who started it or even why.

And so we tumble around in a state of great upheaval, and any attempt to love one another gets a slap in the face. It’s all a big mess.

That’s why I decided to sit down and try to make sense of it all. OK, here goes. Now — where do I begin?