Monday, August 20, 2018

Iron In The Water

The real me, the physical body that shows up for the dance, is like a dog that stays in the yard. For the most part. Oh, I've been a few places and I've seen a few things, but for the most part, I stick around home.

My heart and my mind, now, that's a horse of a different color. Well, I suppose those are horses of different colors, to be more precise.

Most of my life has been misspent on unrealistic romantic entanglement.

Romance gave up on me some time back, leaving me time to pursue rock climbing or origami or orchid cultivation. Mostly I sit around and watch "Father Knows Best" reruns or cable news and fantasize about life with Elinor Donahue or Ashley Parker.

It's a life.


1 comment:

  1. It was awhile before I figured out Ashley Parker never smiled. Then once on Chris Hayes' show - he made a joke. She beamed like a lighthouse. Then she dropped it like the supper dishes. Now I see her smile more often. And each time, she holds it a few seconds and then goes back to a blank face. Still an awful nice-looking face no matter what it's doing. And I like the ways she talks. That Ashley Parker - a real barnburner.