Kaphooey Days

There are just some days when nothing works right, when anything that can go kaphooey goes kaphooey, and Murphy’s law rules the day.  This would be one of them.  I turned down a nice offer for a little outing with a friend this morning because I wanted to write today’s blog.  Once finished, I decided that sending it might not be a very good idea.  Don’t ask.  Oh well.  Maybe a blog in reserve for another day.  Meanwhile, here I am, blog stuck again.

A Zoom meeting with a friend this morning helped take my mind off of the aborted blog situation, and sort through the myriad of heart stopping computer glitches that make me crazy, stuff that I can’t figure out myself, that I learn then quickly forget, like why posts won’t post, why files won’t open, where files go when they disappear from view.  Stuff that make me scream, “Why God?  Why”?  Other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, how did you enjoy the play?

See what happens when I get blog stuck?  It isn’t always pretty.

Desperate times call for desperate measures so—struck dumb and speechless (for the moment, at least), I will resort to telling you about a sweet little book that a friend put in my hand yesterday.  It took about 20 minutes to read cover to cover, and I took delight in every single page of it.  The author touts it as being a book for anyone 8 to 80 and indeed he is right.  I wish that someone had read it to me when I was four, and every week until I was old enough to read for myself.

Charlie Mackesy’s display of creativity knocks me out on every level.  He dreamed it up, wrote it, illustrated it, and his handwriting fills the pages where Times Roman should be.  His super simple, yet profound message is cleverly delivered in a few simple words or less, and parrot just about everything that I ramble on about for paragraphs on end.  It’s the Reader’s Digest version of my entire lifetime, all wrapped up between the cover of a small book filled with pages written in his own hand.  Amazing.

If you want to skip reading my blog and go straight for the gold, just read the book.  The Boy, the Mole, the Fox, and the Horse.  Turns out, it’s a best seller.  Who knew?

Lessons to live by in a nutshell.  Maybe there should have been a squirrel in there too, to keep the cake-eating mole company.

Note:  The photo above is courtesy of New Waves of Light, a website designed by anonymous individuals around the world who share the intention of bringing light and love to a world of darkness and chaos. (newwavesoflight.org or NWOL.us).