JWG's Experimental Eccentric — July 13, 2011

Zwerglipatch  July 13, 2011  8:13 a.m. EDT

The quandary of which subject is worth remembering on paper continues gnawing at me. “Kaleidoscope” is a word I have used excessively. Fortunately, my mind is a kaleidoscope which does not require a light source. In the darkness, I see the swirling of images. I have different lenses — slideshows. Happy. Sad. Mysterious. Faces and Places. Animals and Humans. Aviaries, too, fly about when I ponder that which has become my Life.

This morning, I giggled as I sat in this corner of the Zwerglipatch Patio Office overlooking the Gardens.

I giggled for the reason that I willingly enjoy sitting in a corner wherever I am. In a corner, I don’t have to worry about my back. Is this primal going back to an ancient time of the unexpected backstabber? Is this the modernity of having to see what there is to see? Is this merely being comfortable? I shall let the pundits answer.

It is easy to ask questions. It is easier listening, or reading, answers. I do desire more answers. Thus, my kaleidoscope.

My personal kaleidoscope is a vast collection that amuses and bemuses. I do admit to having a few cracked images. I do admit to secrets I will never share. A sharing kaleidoscope creates a party to which all who are present, hopefully, will have a memorable time. One cannot use the word “good” for one cannot please everyone, true? True. As I organize, in my mind, the different lenses of this kaleidoscope, I place some aside and cull some others to look at, once again, on a rainy day, if I ever have a rainy day.