Saturday January 4th 2014 Tim
Oh dear, the ghost of pompous must be
exorcised from me. I have entered my opinions in one too many places and
no good blaming the shut-in of cold weather with its vague forecast of
"low around minus three Fahrenheit." I must declare myself an
un-socialized being whose grasp of basic communication is woefully
lacking. I'm a Bumble Borer amongst Butterflies.
I might sometimes be smitten with an idea of living in a
town as a Velvet Ant. I see myself greeting the busy
street, a brisk six legged walk to a smoke filled den where
coffee is served, and I'll have my two and six ready, exact
change. Sneer at the latte, insist upon a table cloth, sting
someone for no good reason.