Poetry in notions
“Scattered showers” says the forecast, but as an old man, in a dry year, waiting for rain, I have little confidence they will scatter over me. When you begin life your forecast is for scattered patches of good fortune. But you can no more control their arrival and departure than you can control Autumn rain … Continue reading Drought
Searching for your own name on the internet, with the help of Mr Google, is said to be the result of vanity, but more often, I find, it stems from masochism.
What a pity each event in our life isn’t tagged, automatically, with an ID code so that we could retrieve it, or not, easily. Instead mine seem to be scattered all over the floor like the overflow from a too small waste bin.
Wise sayings are mostly so because they are said to be wise, and we are reluctant to appear not wise by disagreeing.