Hi guys. I’m back, does anybody care? I
know I’m a slacker. I been hiding out for about two weeks. Not exactly sure
what my problem is. I’m not confident I’m ready to be back and thrill you with
my excellent stories and eloquent prose, but sometimes you gotta improvise.
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Someone sent me this picture early this
morning via text message. That’s a hermit crab without a shell. So, he’s living
in a glass jar. I hope he knows not to throw any stones. Sometimes you just
gotta improvise.
Some days life is like that. Everything
familiar seems to have disappeared and you’re not sure how to find your way
home. Sometimes you might want to scream ‘Oh, you don’t know the shape I’m in’.
Then, somebody calls you up, sends you a text, email, or the best of all, a
letter or package in the ‘old-fashioned, real mail’, and ‘out of the blue’, you
start remembering how to do life.
I know I promised to post my ‘100 people
you need to meet before you die’ list, on Fridays, but for today, this is the
best improv I can come up with. Stop by next week and I’ll tell you about another one of my 100, a
REAL cowboy, my friend Tom Robinson. Until then, when life gets you down, try
to remember to hold your breath, kick for the surface, listen for the
phone, and check your mail.
Just don't get stuck in Improv. I sort of feel like that's what I've been doing for the last three months--survival improv.
ReplyDeleteI hope to get back to a planned and ordered life as soon as the kids go back to school. 1 month and 7 days to go!
Ha! I like that--sometimes you have to improvise. Yup, life is like that. Love the hermit crab.
ReplyDeleteSometimes we lose ourselves for a while.
ReplyDeleteMaybe it's just the perspective of that picture, but that hermit crab look absolutely huge! At first I thought it was a lobster. And sometimes, it's the same with our lives, it's all about perspective!
ReplyDeleteSometimes I do my best work when I'm forced to improvise. Not always, but sometimes! :)
ReplyDeleteSomedays you just gotta survive. :)
ReplyDeleteYep, sometimes it's just that way. On 'Such A Night' as that, I go to 'The Well', haul up the fifth of Jim Beam that I've hidden there ('A Drunkard's Dream If I Ever Did See One!'), then I 'Dry My Eyes', and drink 'The Weight' right off my mind, confident that the world will seem brighter 'Further On Up The Road'.
ReplyDelete~ D-FensDogg
'Loyal American Underground'
When I was a kid, I had hermit crabs for pets. They are disgusting, alien-looking creatures out of the shell. Good think he covered up. I hope things get better.
ReplyDeleteLove that crab. And you're approach to living!
ReplyDeleteI'm really looking forward to this story about a real cowboy, but until then, I suppose a crab in a glass jar will do the trick. I'm easily amused.
ReplyDeleteUh, oh. If we have to thrill people with excellent stories and eloquent prose, I'm in trouble.
ReplyDeletePersonally, you're who I'm come to see.
Love the photo and, yes, sometimes we all have to improvise.
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