Fighting Words

My boss occasionally will ask if I want to fight. In fact, yesterday, he asked again.

"Sure ..... why not? .... You want to do it right here in front of everyone or back behind the building?" 

Of course, the truth is, I've never been in a real life, kick-ass scuffle other than a couple semi-heated teenage wrestling matches, consisting of some pushing and grabbing and rolling around on the ground, but no punches were thrown. So, in a real fight, I wouldn't know what to do. 

My experience with throwing punches is from the Batman television series in the 1960's. Whenever a 'batfight' would break out, maybe Batman and Robin against the joker and his henchmen, my brother and I would jump up, bounce around the room and punch out all the couch cushions. 

That's it!! That's my fighting experience!!

And besides .... I'm more of a peacekeeper than a fighter. And given that I'm an old dog, I not much up to learning new tricks. 

Choose Me!!!

Wow!! I am stunned. For quite possibly the first time in this advanced number of years of a lifetime, I walked into a store and found the item (non-food) that I had driven there for, within thirty seconds. It was like, I took ten steps, opened my eyes and there it was in front of me, even the exact item number, that I had been repeating in my head, over and over, worried that I'd forget and have to run out to my car and check the manual, waving its price tag and saying: "pick me!!"

Generally, the search process involves several round trips, up and down every aisle of the store before I decide that hell, I don't really need it today anyway .... and head for home.

On the other hand, I became stuck and confused on the third line while playing Wordle today. It seems like there's three or four letters from which my mind assumes, one or two are a part of every legally existing five letter word and if all those letters get eliminated early ..... well, I become clueless. And wordless too. 

The Trees, The Trees

I sometimes assume that with all these years behind me, I have gained so much wisdom and patience and an overall presence of stability .... then I catch myself getting highly annoyed at the number of paper copies a coworker is making. And I'm like: "Really? Really man? How do you sleep at night? Think about the trees."

It seems that if I'm not thinking about the sky, then I'm thinking about the trees.