via Daily Prompt: Amble
Having absorbed the BahaiFi as well as a plethora of WiFi. Adding some 3G, 4G, and LTE stirred my brain which sent over a message from one hemisphere to the other, “Go quest old man. Go quest”; to where once upon a time I rambled, trucked, and genetically gambled. Now I find myself doing the slow limping amble. Not in parked cars with my long blond haired agitated young female animal of yore, lip locking in all the tabooed places. I am become the geezer doing geezer appropriate Tai Chi Tangos in the middle of an expanse of green grass.
Now my Chi has been TangoFied.
It was then I spied it!
Bike path! Why we used to ride these hills over root rippled mud ruts down hill with no brakes hoping we could make the cut and not wind up in the drink.
Fooey! So now it is time for me to amble on.
Yes we can be taught.
First we have to be caught.
So a great teacher is helpful. But not all teachers have the correct bait. Just as in fishing, if you don’t have the bait the fish want or at least think they want. They ain’t biting.
Off course there are many factors.
- Time of day.
- Time of year.
- Barometric pressure.
- Sun intensity.
- Type of fish.
- A plethora of other plausible excuses.
It is ultimately up to the teachee.
Not the teacher.
But thank you all the teachers around the globe for trying, fighting the good fight, and taking the time to learn things to pass on.
But fish are going to swim and birds are going to fly.
Sometimes you feel like a nut. Sometimes you don’t
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