Blog #372 April 25, 2024
Yes,
It’s me. I’m sending this out Wednesday
night because I’m in California and if I send it out in the morning, it will be
10:00 in the Midwest and you’ll start to panic.
Be calm, people. I’m here for
you. Let’s get started.
Last
week, my granddaughter needed some help crafting a school assignment about
Macbeth, so she called me. Naturally, I
hopped into my car and went right over. Words on Wheels – We Deliver. That seems to be the only skill I have,
putting words together. You know I
can’t do anything else.
Consider me one of the nerds
Construction is just for the birds
Can’t drywall or paint
And a plumber I ain’t
My talent is only
with words
I have written so many things over the years:
·
Poems
for birthdays and weddings and anniversaries
·
Songs
for birthdays, etc.
·
Eulogies
·
Letters
to the Editor
·
Letters
to my daughters
·
Songs
for a couple of shows we put on
·
A
rhyming Dr. Seuss-ish book about a little girl who wanted to be President
·
Invitations
·
Newsletters
·
Wedding
poems that welcomed each and every guest – and rhymed
·
Strange,
dark poems in my depression periods
And
many other things. I actually got paid
once, years ago, for writing a poem for a friend of a friend of mine. I didn’t know the lady. She lived in New York, I think. I can’t even remember whether it was a
birthday or anniversary, but a week or so after I sent it, I received a package
from Bloomingdale’s. “Look,” I said,
“that lady sent me a gift for writing the poem.” Carol popped out of her chair like the cork
from a champagne bottle and began to unwrap it.
It turned out to be a silver-plated shoehorn. Seriously!
I got to hold it and admire it for a total of two seconds before my wife
ripped it from my hands, told me I didn’t need it, returned it to Bloomie’s and
bought a blouse.
I
no longer have time to do much of that extraneous writing, because I
concentrate on writing to you every week.
That would be your warning not to ask me to write anything personal for
you. Besides, the price of blouses has
gone up.
Hi there and welcome
back. I hope you’re feeling well and
enjoying the warmer weather. Carol and I
are in California this week visiting my daughter Stephanie and her kids. For
the first time, Carol and I decided to fly with just a carry-on each. The last time we travelled west, we had more
luggage than Lewis and Clark, but we managed to get it done. There was one glitch, however. Our Southwest boarding passes were in the
high Bs, so I put our carry-ons in the first overheads I could find,
row-18. We sat in row-26. No problem; I’ll grab them on the way
out. But, when we landed in Long Beach
for the first leg, we were informed that the plane would be unloading down the
stairways in front and back.
I haven’t exited the back of a plane in 40 years. When the plane landed, half of the passengers
headed toward the back while I tried to move forward to row-18. The ensuing confusion was like crabs trying
to climb out of a bucket. Have you ever
watched crabs climbing out of a bucket?
One crab can climb out easily, but when there are many crabs, the one
climbing out first will be grabbed by the crabs behind him and pulled back
down. None of the crabs can escape when
the rest are dragging them back. I felt
like one of those crabs. What a way to
meet people!
Last
week, Carol and I attended the funeral of Ken Holtzman, one of our classmates
and a very famous baseball player.
Funerals somehow fill me with strange thoughts. As I looked around at the mourners, most of
whom were my age, I noticed that we all seemed to be getting shorter. But that’s ok, I thought. It just means we’ll have less of a fall when
they drop us in the ground. When we
left, our car was at the back of a long line, but by backing out, I was able to
save a lot of time. And I thought – does
backing up in a cemetery make you live longer?
Does it make you think strange thoughts?
I
just saw Joe Biden waxing vainglorious over the news that 18 members of the
Kennedy family have endorsed him. The
Kennedy family? Seriously? Who cares about the Kennedy family? It’s been sixty years since the Kennedy’s
were in power. Haven’t we gotten over
them yet? Apparently Joe hasn’t because
he seemed thrilled to have found all those people with the Kennedy name and bad
teeth to vote for him instead of RFK, Jr.
Which brings up the obvious question:
How many Kennedys does it take to screw up an election?
Weekly
Word
– today the word is vainglorious, which means having or showing excessive pride. Words on Wheels again.
Next
week is May Day, a day set aside to honor the Workers of the World. Actually, it’s just a good excuse to go out
and get drunk. And then there’s Cinco de Mayo. Nobody really cares what the holiday is
anyway? If you get drunk enough, the Fourth Of
July, Christmas and Election
Day all
feel the same. Come to think of it, we
might all need to get drunk on Election Day.
Election
Day reminds me a lot of Christmas. They
both are about some old, white man promising to give us free stuff. The difference is that they don’t celebrate
Christmas in Washington, D.C. That’s
because they can’t find three Wise Men.
Message from Shakespeare: This is
my birthday; as this very day was Cassius born (Julius Caesar). Tuesday was my birthday. I was five and nobody was home to wish me
Happy Birthday. I’m sad. When he gets home, I’m going to give him such
a bite! Meow.
Ok,
gotta go. I have to pack up and get
ready to come home to St. Louis. I’ll
try to put my carry-on in the right aisle this time. See you next week. Stay well and count your blessings. And Happy Birthday to Shakespeare. He’s such a good boy.
Michael Send
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