Some things in life, simply don’t make sense.  Not one little bit, I’ll tell you.

Peter Piper… the dude who picked a peck of pickled peppers.
And then he did it again… picked a peck.  What the heck, Peter… YOU are a Piper.  Not a Picker.  That is why no one, in the end… knows where the peck of  pickled peppers that YOU picked, went to.

Same thing with the dang Wood Chuck.  What do they mean….. IF a Wood Chuck could chuck wood.  Of course he can… HENCE the NAME.     He’s a dang Wood Chuck.  Unlike goofy Peter… who is NOT piping anything… at this point.

And how about the Emperor… and his new clothes.  C’mon Dude. You are SO NAKERS.  And you won’t even admit it in the end.  Here’s the thing though… that little kid in the crowd… that yelled… “The DUDE is NAKERS!”  Well…. neither the kid, nor his family, were ever heard from again.

NO sense at all.

Or.  When you can eat and eat and eat.  And someone says…”You must have a hollow left leg!”  Why left?  WHY always the LEFT Leg.  It just doesn’t add up to me.

Finally, those Crazy Disco Nights….  spending hours and hours… until the wee hours of the morning… dancing the night away like helium-headed-fools.  It seemed fun then.  Now… I wouldn’t last past 9 p.m…. which by the way.. was TWO HOURS early for showing up at the Disco, back in the day.

But here and now… I much prefer the more grounded,  even-keeled all-of-US-generation.  It just seems like we care more about doing the right thing… instead of doing what we please.  As K.C. and the Sunshine Band so aptly put it… “That’s the way I like it.  Uh-huh.”

Besides that… just getting out of bed in the morning at this point in my life… wellllll … … I quote Gloria Gaynor every time my feet hit the floor….  “I will survive.”

Look up at the stars and not down at your feet. Try to make sense of what you see, and wonder about what makes the universe exist. Be curious.
— Stephen Hawking

First learn the meaning of what you say, and then speak.
— Epictetus