Some days… you just wake up… and you had better figure on ducking.

Ducking and Dodging.  Sometimes, that is best.

If someone hollers… “DUCK!”  You better do it.  Don’t look around to see if Donald or Daffy are in the near vicinity.  Nope.  Just duck.

On other days, it is good to put up the strong front.  If you need to… stand and be strong.  Secure.  Boundaries, and all.  Hold your ground, like a bull.  But other times…. it is good to be like a duck.

Water rolls right off their backs.  That is a pretty neat quality.  And… they frequently quack up.

Now, me.  I can be like a lot like a sponge.  I let it all soak right in…. to the core of me.    A spongy bull.  There is nothing… I’ll tell you…. NOTHING… very pretty about spongy bulls.  Yet, there I am…

No.  From here on out, I will try to be more like a duck.  Polly Wants A Quacker.

And one last thing.  A side bar.

If I have to be a duck… I want to look like this one.  A duck with a great HairDO.  A Phyllis Diller Duck.  Yep.  There is a lot to be said for being a bit on the goofy side.  I bet I would have my duck-hair done at the Duck Hair Salon.. and then when I would waddle out… I’d say… “Just put it on my bill.”

 
“Happy As A Duck In Water.” – Ancient Proverb