Old Yeller or Old Mellow? My dad- in- law might not have cried when the yellow dog died too young because he was too busy bemoaning the fact that he was getting old. As he aged he became mellow and thought he’d lost his argumentative character and his masculinity! I’m at the age he was then but I still argue with most everything I see and hear. But yesterday, for a few minutes anyway, I agreed with an article and two successive commercials on the radio and found this delightful.
I heard the end of the refinancing commercial saying,” We engineer to amaze!” and I had to agree.
From a studio in Washington DC, a panel of people, I know of, but have never met, but am expected to respect, talked about (brace yourself) THERAPUDIC BOMBING!” Then came a serious and concerning conversation about what my government knows and doesn’t know about Syria and the commentator stated a grand truth about Washington, “We have no human intelligence!” WOW! Was this to be inclusive or a ‘them and us’ type statement?
Then I even agreed with the first commercial which said, “Is your house under water?” and right away I thought of stairs enclosed in a giant tube of air. The tube continued all the way to the front door. I’d probably never opened the door because I was too busy watching the fish. Submarines in three sizes, depending on how many are leaving and coming would be waiting. Or maybe my front door is grounded on shore and connects to a very long descending set of stairs to my house under water. Or the front door might be bobbing around on the surface, also connected to a descending staircase to the house but this set of stairs is extremely flexible and would swirl and bob on the surface like a cork on a line.
My mind was bobbing like that cork when the home refinancing commercial ended by saying, “We are engineered to amaze.” I agreed! What a fine predicament I’m in when I find lasting truths in Washington and delightful adventures in the commercial world. My mind is so full I’m not complaining at my increasing age.nancymauerman.com