Mr. Picklebee's Misadventure
Mr. Picklebee is a very nice gentleman, always polite and considerate. So when the government asked him to wear a mask over his mouth, he did so willingly. Eventually, when he was cleared to remove his mask, he discovered, to his astonishment, that his mouth had completely vanished.
Not one to overreact, Mr. Picklebee contacted his creator, a renowned and great artist, to fashion him another one. He's waiting for the finished product.
Mr. Picklebee is such a patient man.
Not one to overreact, Mr. Picklebee contacted his creator, a renowned and great artist, to fashion him another one. He's waiting for the finished product.
Mr. Picklebee is such a patient man.
posted by jm at 2:59 AM
16 Comments:
I trust your creator. Patience is a blessng.
I would pay a pretty penny for Mr. Picklebee's patience. A true blessing it is.
I'm actually having a hard time deciding. Should I go with disengagement, transcendence, or patience?
Each has their place.
And don't forget laziness.
Still, we could offer Mr Picklebee a nice red delicious apple slice while he waits.
Laziness! My favorite! I'll go with that.
A red apple would make a lovely mouth for Mr. Picklebee.
Hope you've got some vittles stored up, I see a big storm with piles of snow is in your future.
Snow here this morning, wet cold stuff. Winter is not finished with us. Trees are very late in bloom and leaf - they know.
Ha Ha! A seer in the vicinity. I pick my friends well.
I have too many vittles in this land of plenty. Plus I'm a Cancer stockpiler. I never ever ever run out of onions or butter.
My Moon in Cancer Dad always went directly to the fridge upon entering the house. Just to see.
Yes, more winter. My mountain ash is a late bloomer. The last one in the neighborhood.
Yep daughters of the depression. Even A calls himself a grandson of the depression. There's always beans, onions, flour, butter (and therapeutic Scandinavian licorice stash)
We're all children of the depression. It was an anomaly in this golden land of opportunity and stays embedded in the collective psyche. The dust bowl storms were almost beyond belief. We do need school improvement so kids can see for themselves.
People seem to forget but maybe they don't, which lends credence to your idea of shared stories and memories being essential to survival.
Beans, onions, flour, and butter. The basics. Scandinavians are smart. Lots of geographic challenges make for that kind of good sense. Even though one can lament the Burger World we now live in, when times get tough, people get smart.
I would make a perfect prepper, but I don't want to bother with the generators, guns, and all.
Agree. Woodstove, food, trust about covers it.
Heat, food, and trust. What a trio. So good to include our reliance on each other. That seems to be the first thing to emerge. That's why I relax in observing the current tribal hostility. It indicates nothing really bad is happening. No real threats are closing in at the moment. Just think of all the mishaps humans have endured. Horrors are nothing to this resilient creature. The memories can haunt, though.
There's talk in the air about memories and preserving traditions. The more the sillies try to obliterate memory, the stronger it gets. It has to. We can't seem to upset the universe. Our bad.
Any way. The strife between traditions and futuristic fantasies is silly. Traditions can come along. They don't stop the fantasies. Why fight them? Waste of energy. Probably more than upholding them to whatever extent.
I'm beginning to fear laziness is the varmint.
“I'm actually having a hard time deciding. Should I go with disengagement, transcendence, or patience?”
Oh this is great... Laziness seems be often mistaken for merely not doing anything. But not doing what doesn’t need done actually seems to result in gains in competence, or at least the perception of competence...
Not doing also frees up time.
Interesting thought about competence. Confidence seems to be involved too. Laziness also slows down activity which could lead to more mindfulness and things well done.
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