For all practical purposes, this time around, I think I’m going to blame it on gravity.

You can always place blame safely in one of two places.

a. Blame it on the Gravity.
b. Blame it on the Monkey.

In this case, I’d say it is gravity.

But let me back up for a minute.

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I am truly blessed in a thousand different ways… tens of thousands of different ways.  Infinitely, really.

But amidst all those positives…. every once in a while… things just feel topsy-turvy.

Don’t get me wrong.  I have absolutely no reason to complain about anything.  Some people have truly topsy-turvy lives.

So for me, when things feel a little out of whack, I either blame the monkey, or gravity.

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Now.   Why would anyone blame anything on a cute little monkey?  I think my realization of this came early on….. from all the old movies.

The scene would be some crowded mid-eastern bazaar, and there was hustling or bustling, and shoulder-to-shoulder people.  Invariably, something would get stolen, or someone would get poisoned, or kidnapped.  And it always…. ALWAYS… came back to the Organ-Grinder-Guy, and his little smiling monkey with the fez.  Always.

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But not this time.   You see.

My first clue that things were askew came last night.  I was at a Graduation Party for someone very dear to me.  As I enjoyed BBQ, Cheesy Potatoes, and a rather large helping of Baked Beans, I heard the little girl next to me say… “Mommy.  These are the BEST Chocolate Beans I’ve ever eaten.”

Chocolate Beans.

And all this time… I never, ever knew.

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It gets even more sideways.

This morning, as I was driving to visit my Mom, I just felt out of sorts.  Beside myself.  Upside-down and Inside-out.  Topsy-Turvy, and then some.

Yet, as I drove, the music playing on the Satellite radio was soothing.  Even healing.  The song was familiar to me, so I glance down to see the exact name and movement of the piece.

And that’s when I saw the image above.  Now I am quite familiar with Piano Sonata No. 8 in C minor, but I always attributed this work to Ludwig Von Beethoven.

Yet, to my surprise today, I learned that… NO…. NO… Not at all.  It is not Ludwig’s Song.  No.  We owe this one to his obscure, and little know brother, Fred Beethoven.  Topsy-DAMN-Flopsy-Turvy.

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I am telling you.

It’s gotta’ be the Gravity.

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“You will find truth more quickly through delight than gravity. Let out a little more string on your kite.” – Alan Cohen

“Hey, hey, we’re the monkees
And people say we monkey around,
But we’re too busy singing
To put anybody down.”

-The Monkees