I Took it Easy

I was wrong about the Olympics. I enjoyed catching this event and that and I'm so proud of the United States. We did so well! I'm kind of looking forward to the next winter games which are going to be held in Russia. What will the world look like in four years? Perhaps it will have been made new.

Sweet and Low

"What good is a dead bolt when the enemy is in residence?"

Her husband said nothing and proceeded to kill the porch light, turn the lock on the front door, and look at his wife still sitting on the kitchen floor.

"Can't we just go to bed?"


(By the way ~ I really overcooked the bit about the olympics. "Rancid heaping forkfuls" was an unfortunate overstatement. I sincerely hope the IOC will accept my apology and unfreeze my bank account already.)

Down Bubble For Me

Look askance at me if you will but I can't stand the olympics. The broadcast plate set before me will have a few wholesome morsels of sport and competition but who can keep his appetite while picking through the rancid heaping forkfuls of controversy, humanism, mythology, and anticlimax. "Look! Look!" I'll be told. "See here - this is important! You can hardly grasp the significance!"

My life has enough stress as it is. I mean - I don't go trawling through hospital emergency rooms looking for more burdens to bear. So why become emotionally invested in an athlete's hopeless attempt to find meaning and redemption in life by winning a medal? I mean really - come on - it's so spent and wearisome already. I don't know - do I need a hug or what's going on?