Isn't it strange? Nothing new is said yet still there is food for thought; rich pickings among those bones we gnaw because it's our turn or time or all we have or our assumed choice or ...
Interest grows
Even among those who have none to give, it grows.
You'd think we'd have learned more to do with a smile by now, but there's till time. If we learn to control it, that is.
When you learned to dance, could you see yourself doing it at 80? You'd have to learn a few tricks by then, but nothing new, just how to work the audience. If you ever remembered them, that is.
Count the Groundhog Days.
Two by two a Legend goes. Someone miscalculated. Or they weren't brave enough to follow through on that decision. So they made another and let the rest fall as it would have to.
Choice.
Interesting.
(and in the playground, the boys and girls play kiss chase)
4 comments:
who said I'd ever reach 80?
The image of 80 year-olds dancing is somewhat disconcerting and oddly compelling at the same time.
You were the one who introduced me to the word octogenarian. If nothing else I owe you that.
indeed -
i can almost feel my interest growing...
[either that, or you've mastered the
art of subliminal sentences]
say, where IS that cheese? ;-) *
*smile use #1: alternate to the smartass elbow jab
Me?
Lie?
I nev...
...uh...
oooh! There's a moth asking to be swatted - hold on, brb.
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