Got My Electronic Dream

Some days, I sit down to write with a topic or a conversation in mind. On those days, blogging is utterly effortless. Oh, look at me, I think, I'm a natural! Blogging is my life, and I've revolutionized the way words can be used to describe my wonderfulness. You will be pleased to learn there are other days, when staring at the blank Blogger screen humbles me properly and if that doesn't do the trick there are yoga poses specifically designed tame the rampaging ego. My teacher smiles when she says, "And now, Ta's favorite: the seated forward bend."

We can't really gauge our true size in the world. We can't. We overestimate our importance and understimate our potential; we march like giants and crawl as infants do. What are we and what are we doing? What are the effects of our actions? We cannot tell. This, like brevity, is the soul of lingerie. I mean, what else explains the persistence of boy shorts in the wardrobes of women with womanly hips?

Astrologically, today is a very special day. We don't have to talk about the constellation - oh, tee hee already! - of signs, portents and other crap; suffice it to say, I've told Miss Sasha that today's the day I'd like a grandbaby. It would be convenient for me. I'd like to get started on the project of both spoiling the little guy rotten and dressing him like Joey Ramone. Heaven knows I've been patient, but even my patience has its limits.

Well, it's lunchtime and I've got dinner plans. Let's hope I don't have to make a stern phone call before tea.