“Life is a bowl of cherries. Don’t take it serious; it’s too mysterious.“
- Lew Brown
Certainly most folks are familiar with the oft used cliché: “When it rains, it pours!”
It’s easy to be inundated, immersed, overwhelmed when circumstances come at us so quickly. As another ancient adage suggests: “If you snooze, you lose.”
Yes, it is imperative to keep adjusting, adapting. Mobility is darn near mandatory.
Ol’ Man River is not the only fellow to “just keep rolling along.” The same can be said of Bob B. Bridge.
Admittedly, the past several days have been blurry and bumpy. It’s hard to keep all these crises in order.
I’ve seriously considered rising from my chair, putting one hand atop the other, and demanding: “Timeout!”
Alas, who would grant one?
As a child I watched with amazement as the Ed Sullivan Show featured a guy spinning plates atop poles. It was incredible how he shifted so swiftly to make sure each individual dish continued to rotate above its precarious perch.
How did he do that?
My difficulties are so discouraging and diverse. Beyond a pronounced, laborious limp, the other enigmas have been electronically linked.
I struggle to keep my Wi-Fi connected; the CPAP won’t provide a steady stream of oxygen for a satisfactory slumber; and the thermostat on my old furnace is mysteriously malfunctioning.
Could it be operator error?
Well, it’s within the realm of possibility.
Wasn’t it yesterday they discovered the transistor? Heck, I’m so technologically troubled that it’s a meaningful achievement to properly prepare a pouch of popcorn in the microwave.
On the national level, mayhem is the order of the day. Suffice to say social media does not bring out the best in us.
How does it make me feel? Kind of like my Jeep is tucked in behind a bellicose bus belching diesel fuel up my nose.
Such an atrocious aroma.
We have become more selfish and insensitive. How can critics denounce people so cavalierly?
Their victims must feel like silver balls inside a pinball machine. Everyone is compelled to take a whack at them.
Talk about an executioner’s heart. Have they no empathy? Must they multiply and magnify the misery quotient?
I am so fatigued. I didn’t take a nap; the nap took me!
Unfortunately, I awakened to more of the same. The pathetic path is painful and seemingly infinite.
Waiting to be classified as an endangered species, I try to digest the indigestible. Harming people has become vogue.
Cruel is cool.
Should I steel my spine for the final act?
Is this the bitter end? Is our canoe wedged a tad too tightly up the creek?
Remember: “We’re not here to stay; we’re on a short holiday. Life is just a bowl of cherries.”
But, far less often.
Contact Columnist Bob Bridge at 812-276-9646 or email@example.com.