Each
day I wake. It’s either a gift or a mistake. I am
here,
nonetheless, and I'll take what I get either way.
Do
I have something to say this early in my day? I need
to
sort through the jumble of my still half-baked brain
and
its state of not-quite-done consciousness.
No,
no, not the same thought again. I’ve expressed that
idea
before. Perhaps a different way of expressing what
I’ve
thought before.
A
bright ribbon or bow, perhaps, to adorn the old and worn,
that
which has been used a thousand times before. Finding
a
unique way to excite and titillate, and hopefully entice
the
curious to open and see what the contents of this pack-
age
could possibly be.
Surprise!
It’s a paisley tie I received at Christmastime, one
according
to my taste is far too hideous and gaudy to be
worn
by me. And for you, well possibly, there are no words
to
adequate describe.
So,
you may be asking yourself, how in the world of com-
mon
sense does this relate to what I may or may not wish
to
impart to you with my words today?
There’s
always a choice, you know: re-gift that which has
been
re-gifted to you, or throw the damn thing away. Skip
the
design if you will, the combination of colors does some-
what
compliment your eyes.
My
part in this exercise is done for today.
Chris
Hanch 9-26-18
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