Finally I had a conversation with myself. I decided to confirm my reservation to give myself a real treat this week. I think I am on the verge of having a viable life once again. Although I am generally allergic to social intercourse, there are times that I look back with a winsome eye for days past. I know I can funnel my knowledge of winning some and losing some and no longer be forlorn for those chances that have slipped away. The brilliant light of epiphany that I see undulate before my eyes shows me a way to carve through the coming adversity. While once upon a time this prospect would evoke a certain amount of dread with in my soul, sending me into a more static wait and see stance, today I will entertain a more joyous embrace of my fate and study the life enriching opportunities that such a loophole in my planned path has afforded my life to experience. This agile mind and resolve might shock those who thought of me as a more dull and resolute sort. Perhaps even make them blink a few times to view me reborn. So though I scan time’s horizon, I formulate no set strategy, I must be candid and admit to the universe that I am indeed late again on each and every one of these prompts. But I am glad I was able to …
Glaring mistakes are never as glaring as when I make them. But there they are. As a matter of fact those errors in due course often seem to have a glow all their own. Such as the gleam in the eyes of a googly eyed romantic such as myself. But as my past glares back at me I can only say it seemed like a good idea at the time.
So as I amble down the shimmering bike path of life I know the spicy carousel of my existence has been very good to me.
Yes, even the glaring omissions I see glowering at me from a distance. But they wouldn’t be omissions if I hadn’t omitted them.
Slim Snippy and Libby Chaquita married very young. Or at least Libby did. Slim was four years her elder at a point in their lives when four years was a world apart. But they fell into a lip locked limb entwined embrace from the get go and didn’t let go until little Conrad Snippy was conceived. Libby became Snippy in short order and disastrous machinations were set in motion. In the little town of Kiel there was no margin for error.