There’s chatter going around right now about the Greenland shark – specifically, that these sharks are believed to live up to and possibly over 400 years. Maybe even over 500. Maybe even over more.
So many years. So much time.
What to do with all that time, I wonder?
But then, the answer seems obvious and clear:
1) Mind your business; &
2) Keep swimming.
Stay soft. Be good.
500+ years, of course, is the highest possible estimate. So far.
But then, that’s in human years. And what are those, after all, to the Greenland shark?
Laughable, possibly; precious almost certainly.
But never mind that.
Just keep swimming.
By order of appearance.
Tuesday – a.k.a “Chewsday.”
Wednesday – Sneaks up on you because it almost always never comes. Hard to remember, easy to forget. Happy Humpday.
Thursday – Pre-Friday, Post-Tuesday. A place holder day if there ever was one.
Friday – Never too soon, or soon enough. Sometimes too soon and too much. Right?
Saturday – [redacted]. You know.
Sunday – Promises, promises. Nothing guaranteed. Sorry (not sorry).
Monday – Sunday’s regrets. Dregs, trepidations realized and reset. Something for everyone on this day. Please, help yourself.
- A system of pneumatic tubes.
- Better snacks (healthy or otherwise).
- More dogs.
- A little less blame and a lot more slack.
- Keep it to 90 minutes or less.
- Make it optional…informed, but optional.
- Fire him already.
- Polish it.
- Yes to no.
- Unlimited dipping sauce.
- No time limits despite expiration dates.
- Your face.
- Still more dogs.
- SMOOTH LINES.
- Better coffee.
- Let it play out first.
- Just ignore it sometimes.
- Portable numbing agents.
- A cat or two. Or three.
- To the left, to the left.
- Now goes to 11!
- Prioritize those odd numbers.
They are best, in my humble opinion, when slightly spotted. But only slightly so – that, after all, is what gives them the perfect touch of sweetness to go with their inherent starchiness.
But anything more than that is too much. Too sweet, not enough starch and a rather unpleasant softness that sets in and only intensifies after that.
Buy them by the bunch, eat them too slowly (or not fast enough) and watch them all go bad at once.
My solution? Make banana bread!
(Or at least I would, if I knew how.)
My alternate solution? Store the soft, effectively useless bananas in the freezer until the day I learn how and decide to make banana bread!
Now, I admit it took a while. Realization was slow in coming, but as all things, it eventually hit. The frozen brown and black bananas (previously soft and still effectively useless) I’ve found in the freezers of a few of the places I’ve moved into over the years…they are the same bananas. They are different, but exactly the same as the ones I’m even now storing in my freezer.
They will never be bread. They were always not going to be eaten, never going to be bread.
That’s just nuts.
Just plain nuts, you hear?
A year taken month by month, a month taken day by day, and days taken by the hour. Break that down into minutes, seconds…
I’m told (I’ve been told) that’s the secret to getting by. I’ve tried it.
Yesterday now is tomorrow; September was five minutes; it’s already Christmas. I was never a child; dinosaurs roam the earth!
10 seconds or a year, it doesn’t matter. Does it?
Just got to get through, and on to the next thing.
Whenever that is.
Like it matters.
Hello October, you big beautiful beast of a month!
Here you are at last, and again.
It’s been too long.
Too many days not October, too many days of rain or snow or sun.
Too many days in waiting: the anticipation, the despair. No more.
Some October Facts:
– October is gourd month. Did you know that? Don’t you know that? There are gourds galore everywhere, right now, and here you are just sitting there.
– Thanksgiving is in October, in Canada. But always a week earlier than seemingly expected. How does that happen? October magic.
– Halloween, the 31st, culminates October. No other holidays do that. December 31st, after all, is a more an ending of one day and a year (one particular episode among so many others) only to begin another. October’s end is October’s and October’s alone.
October does not drag.
October does not blink.
October is a harbinger.
For whom? Of what?
That is for October to know and decide.
Just remember that I told you so.
– Civility will not save you.
– Riddle me thus!
– The irreparable future.
– (Sometimes the fight picks you.)
– Who? vs. Who Dares?
– Now is a long time.
– Wonder about the premise?
– (Well, yeah.)
– Whose: responsibility, choice, mans is this?
– Everyday, just so many heartbeats.
– Parts beyond wazoo?
– Who You Are vs. Who You Are Right Now.
– So many wrong words until the right ones.
– (If ever.)
– Someone to love vs. Something to behold.
– Oh! The inhumanity.
– Remember the punchline.