“…by the ears, by the heels, or any other way you can manage it.” Mark Twain, as presented by my Blog-Granddaughter.
What has that to do with this post?
As some of you may have noticed, my imagination frequently gets the better of me—which is precisely why I so missed writing the old Codger’s “Cyber series” of posts from “our corner of Cyberspace!” I’ve heard myself described by well-meaning, but imagination-bereft individuals as a touch addle-brained.
What those folks don’t understand, and I only recently came to understand, is imagination-based flights of fantasy are very therapeutic in these times we’re living through. Engaging my imagination—and then writing about it is my way of dragging my thoughts away from my troubles, and when I return to reality, I am refreshed and ready to deal with it.
Earlier this morning, Boomer came to my home (he & Teresa have a house guest and we feared our repartee would awaken her), to work on this post—he had no idea what he was in for:
“Why don’t you go out on the porch,” I said to Boomer, “and get me the official St. Paul temperature for this morning’s post.”
“But ‘Pruett’s” is on my porch,” he protested.
“Doesn’t matter,” I replied, “I bought a thermometer from the hardware store yesterday and mounted it on the porch.”
“Okay,” he said as he went out the door, and then exclaimed “Jay! What have you done?”