Sunday Squibs

 Shall it be health and wellness, or wealth and hellness? Or a little of each.

When people forward funny videos, I wish they could send along their sense of humor. 

You get an A for understanding the material and jumping through all the hoops. B is for understanding, but some of the hoops were skipped. C: no understanding , but hit all the hoops. D, no understanding, no hoops, but showed up. 

F, do I have to spell it out?

People apologize for butt dialing me, but not for bumping into me in the grocery store. 

Well-adjusted people are ok with the fact that some of their dearest friends are not going to respond to their texts, emails or TikTok videos in a timely manner, if ever. 

We pawns dash about shouting “What about this!” and “What about that!” while the rooks, the knights, the bishops, kings and queens stand in the back row, waiting for the real war to begin. 

I’ve learned not to re-watch movies I once loved. With age I notice their faults. My own as well. 

Hard must be beauty’s cold shiny veneer

To endure and resist the world’s groping and leer

The equinox will make good in three months on the solstice’s promise today. 

We’re all born with a ration of vitriol. Some of us never get it under control. Others put it in a squirt gun. The saints seal it tightly in a flask. 

The huge baby boom when it came of age waited on itself. Trying to enjoy its retirement now, all it hears is “Get in line Boomer.”

I drink coffee in the morning until I start to detect subtle notes of cigar butt. 

Some guests you wish would come early 

Others you wish would stay home 

The first incite mini-adventures 

The rest won’t quit talking of gnomes 

Mozart makes you intelligent. 

Shakespeare makes you wise. 

The neurotic knows what he doesn’t want and he wants it right now. 

If education is as they say concentrated experience, then most students have evolved a zone-out strategy to avoid traumatic brain injury.