Even a blind pig can find an acorn once in a while. (English Proverb)
Due to overwhelming demand (two people suggested it), I decided to blather on in these pages a little more frequently than I intended. I found I missed you! And I figure the more I write, the more likely I am to nail something profound-ish once in awhile.
My husband and I are trying to decide whether to buy a purely frivolous (and fairly cheap) vehicle. Now while most people would say I’m the impulsive dreamer and visionary in this family, in matters like this I have a tendency to become squinty-eyed and very practical and down-to-earth. I start counting pennies, and envisioning horrible necessities-of-the-future like assisted care and new teeth. My husband is an unfortunate eye-roller about such things, and with a mind full of rpm(s) and fuel pumps, he has little patience for my obsessions about “practicalities.” So while he’s “getting the car up on the rack,” whatever that means, I am engaging in a little hand-wringing and mutterings about how this was gonna be my year to get rid of stuff, and here we are thinking about buying other stuff instead and I just don’t know about this and . . . .
Are either of us right? Wrong? At our ages, is there room in our lives for the quixotic and whimsical? What is wise and what is foolish? If we hadn’t chosen to be kinda foolish seven years ago, these two old fogies would never have gotten married. And maybe like the foolhardy third son in fairy tales who rushes in where angels fear to tread, (and by so doing almost always wins the princess), the fool in us urges us on to new life when the thinking mind might be overly cautious.
So whoever knows? Eventually we will decide something, hopefully without bloodshed. And in the meantime, hopefully, we can keep our sense of humor.
I’ll let you know. In the meantime, keep those card and letters (aka, comments) comin’!