Thoughts in the Yard

I thought about this stuff while I was blowing leaves and had to come in and write it down.

When I was a little kid it would make me so mad when someone told me to put on my thinking cap. I didn’t have a damn thinking cap and I knew there were no such thing; Santa Clause and the Easter Bunny, yes. Thinking cap, no, who were they kidding?

Same with a sweet pill, I knew there was no such thing. I would fake it for my mother but I know I was grouchy and in time I would become ungrouchy. Later they invented sweet pills called Prozac.

I used to have a pair of black Converse high top canvas sneakers that I would wear without socks. They made my feet stink so bad that my mother threw them away one day when I was at school.

I dreamed the other night that I found a wild cigar tree on my property and it was covered in stogies. The cigars were hanging like little pods and some of them already had bands on them. I was told to let them ripen some more and I would have some fine cigars.

Time to go out and blow some more leaves.

2 comments:

TerryC said...

When you were a little hid, does that mean we could see part of you?

We have trees here that look like they have cigars hanging on them. They bloom at night and are pollinated by bats.

Rick said...

Thanks for stopping by. Give my best to peachpod!