When the serious side of my mind has been in charge too long, I shift into a loosey-goosey mode and look for Players. These are people who share my sense of humor and creative mischief. During my recent sojourn in the Czech Republic I found an ample supply of Players.
“What do I do? Do you really want to know?” “Yes, I do.” “I’ll tell you – but you must promise not to tell anyone else.” She moved closer – whispered – “I promise.” I whispered in reply, “I’m a professional bank robber.”
TROLLING THROUGH MY JOURNAL NOTES AND MIND ON LABOR DAY WEEKEND I CAUGHT THESE THINGS IN MY MENTAL NET:
There is a 12-inch wooden ruler in the top drawer of my desk. I think about it every year around this time – when the first notice of sales of school supplies appear in the stores in town. . .
There’s a block of Swiss cheese sitting out on my kitchen counter. Warm yellow in color, with lots of big holes, randomly arranged. . .It’s not that I particularly like Swiss cheese or even plan to eat this chunk.
I just want to consider it. . .