We study a foreign language in school, but are bashful speaking it to a native. Even with a child it’s like playing tennis against a pro, though the child will not mock us for our bad accent.
Heart in mouth I cling to the cliff face, inching along the same mountain path the sherpa trots down every day to milk the yaks.
When I contemplate the universe I feel like a child in a great museum: astronomy this way, geology that, biology over there...and all this just in the gift shop.
When we love too much at the start
A retreat is often required
Better let time do its work
To each other be slow tastes acquired
We’re advised to examine our worries to realize they’re not as bad as we thought.
But how do you examine a thick fog?
Perhaps from a jet on its way to the Caribbean.
Old age is like the beater I rented on a tourist island. The clutch slipped, it lacked power, and my exhaust grossed out the passengers.
The young leave Facebook because it’s not cool and move to social sites adults see as stupid.
As I age, my meal prep time is shortening considerably.
Since I no longer perceive flavor I can skip all the flavor enhancing steps in a recipe.
No more than you apparently eat, you've shortened prep time to a mere thought of maybe cooking something. If it wasn't for T, you'd dine on afterthought and burp a tune afterwards.
ReplyDeleteFB and stupid users - then there are a few of us who still send handwritten cards and letters. What to say about such as they!?
ReplyDeleteYes, the universe as gift shop - as is our very planet - but only if we don't take it to the return counter in its volcanic state