I titled this sketch as qs3.jpg, I have no idea what that means. What in the devil was I thinking? Did I have some new naming convention in mind? Was this supposed to be some way of remembering what I was doing or where I was? I really need someone to mind over me. I’m going to get hurt out there.
In our company cafeteria they sell fresh muffins. Nothing wrong with that, but there is no way to tell what you are getting. I complained about it one day and the woman at the checkout said they were labeled. I walked back and looked. Well I’ll be darned she was right; they are labeled. They are labeled, “Muffins”. You big damn dummies! What kind of muffin?
They are all a light yellowish brown color. Some a little darker, some a little lighter. Some have little dark spots in them. You can not tell by looking if the dark spots are blueberries, chocolate chips, or rat droppings. I picked one out the other day that looked interesting with no spots. Turned out to be corn bread. I’ve never heard of a corn bread muffin. I don’t like them. I wonder if they are supposed to come with a bowl of grits? I made up my mind never to buy an unknown muffin again. The next time I went to get a muffin I was going to stick my finger in it to see what I was getting. No more pig in a poke for me.
Nothing wrong at all with my concept. However, its execution fell short of the mark when I forgot that I used the hand sanitizer hanging on the entrance to the cafeteria. Turns out that taste does not leave your finger by the time you walk across the room. Jessssssus that tasted bad. I have been wondering if that taste lingered in the muffin hole I created for the eventual purchaser.
What? My integrity is totally intact. I placed that muffin neatly back on the tray before strolling out the far door. The following poem by Danish poet Eda perfectly describes what that muffin eating has done for me.
– Addicted to life
Awakened to a new existence
No, doubts, hesitations or fear
New, braver heart beating
Ecstatic joy and vision so clear
A dive in the unknown
Refreshed in suspense and expectation
Revived in a different universe
Wrapped on new feelings reverberation
Hearing my soul sing, loud and free
The universal tune transformed ones know
The world around me reshapes
No borders, no frames, just originality glow
This is the life we were meant to live
No limits what to express and feel
All riches in the world to discover
Equipped with all we need, freedom and will.