Things I thought about today.
What the heck was Humpty Dumpty doing up on the dang wall?
Mother Hubbard had a whacky dang house. Talented dog though.
Does a Rubber Tree Plant really have to perish for there to be High Hopes?
I am not necessary nimble or quick. Yet. I can jump over a candlestick….. Jack.
And….. Who did Jack Horner tick off?
Little Miss Muffett needs to get some aerobic exercise.
I guess …. that is about all I think about that.
“There are some days I practice positive thinking, and other days I’m not positive I am thinking.” – John M. Eades
You know, growing up in South Carolina, I was introduced to what we refer to as “Beach Music” before I could stand upright. This term basically refers to “Soul or R&B” music with a shuffle beat that facilitates a dance known to us as “The Shag” (to the real inventors as the Big Apple). I tell you all that, to tell you this: I remember a song called “I Hate Hate” by Razzy and the Neighborhood Kids. Didn’t think much about it in the late 60’s. But given the events of this week, I realize this song was perhaps deeper and more telling than first blush. I do hate hate. And I’m pretty sick and tired of it. No solutions here…just piling on with observations.
Ronnie,
This is great. Thanks for the observations. I love to hear your insights.
Thanks,
Polly