Sunday Squibs

 

When exploring the misty past, it’s good to remember that it wasn’t misty at all for our ancestors. And if they were healthy and had just killed a wildebeest, they were as happy to be here as we are. 

The Church doesn’t want us sleeping together before marriage. But at least grant us an audio recording of our future spouse’s snoring to see if we’re compatible.  

We can’t expect every stranger to love us, but at least let their touch be institutional. 

And let that institution be a hospital rather than a prison. 

When fashion gives us clothes we won't wear then fashion has become the emperor with no clothes.

Our uncle the badass

Amused nephews and nieces 

Our aunt with a good heart

Picked up the pieces

If the term Indian Summer becomes non-PC, how about replacing it with Precipitous Spring?

Hospitality involves being open to whatever your guests may present, while continuing to wear a smile and maybe a mask.

Cuts heal over 

Bones knit together 

Our faults heal too if we let them

Though there will be scars

And twinges where the break was

When bad weather comes our way 

I was once called pretty boy, but the effect was spoiled by the tone in which it was uttered.

 

I’m good at pushing “pause”.

Bad at pushing “unpause”.