"What do you do?"
"Oh, thanks for asking. Presently, I'm in between projects. I just finished Project A and before I begin Project B I thought I would take some time to rediscover ME. You know -- do some reading, take a martini march up to my afternoon nap, and soak up the summer smells."
If only I could finish Project A. Then I would be in between.
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Hi OneEar,
There aren’t many people that can say they’re between projects, given the hectic pace of live these days. Everyone would cherish some time to smell the flowers, read something for pleasure or contemplate their navels. Elderly invalid retirees or those with dementia have time to squander, but are usually too far gone to appreciate it. It’s rather a bleak outlook when you work all your life for The Golden Years and when they finally arrive, you’re in no physical or mental shape to enjoy them. Eat dessert first.
Hello again Litzi,
It was me who posted that post.
It is interesting that you mention "contemplating navels". One of the chief reasons that I have never finished Project A is because of time spent worrying about my belly button coming undone.
As you may or may not know, I have a very small man living inside of my body. I call him Pal, but he is anything but. For quite some time Pal, utilizing his tiny pickaxe, has been aiming to escape through my navel. I would prefer that he didn't.
Hi Cocoa No GoGo,
I’m so sorry I didn’t notice that you were the author of this post. Contemplating navels is a fascinating pastime, though not particularly productive, as you’ve discovered. When Pal is going at it with his pickaxe inside your body, it must be awfully uncomfortable. Maybe you should consider letting him go for the safety of your belly button. It sounds like an ulcer…or anxiety attacks. Maybe Doc Bok can help you out.
Peace...
Litzi,
It is neither an ulcer nor anxiety attacks. It is a very small man named Pal with a pickaxe.
CNG
Hi Cocoa No GoGo,
Okay. Have you considered telling Ripley’s Believe It or Not! about Pal, the small man with a pickaxe? It sounds like something they might be interested in.
He's right, Litzi.
We know some of Pal's relatives, and where he grew up, but all of our studies to date have been unable to clarify how he got the tiny pickaxe in there.
Hi Doc Bok,
After I posted the comment yesterday, I began to wonder if Cocoa No GoGo might be pregnant but that’s biologically impossible, right? I read an article in the September Discover Magazine about pinworms (threadworm Enterobius vermicularis and Enterobius gregorii); someone had them crawling around in their appendix for over 20 years. Is Pal a mutant pinworm? That still doesn’t explain the pickaxe though.…
Have you discussed this phenomenon with your distinguished colleagues? Maybe Cocoa could sell his story to the The National Enquirer.
See, Litzi? That's what I said: we understand most things, but are having trouble with the pickaxe.
Perhaps it is a pulaski.
Or a sledge hammer?
Litzi Borden took an axe
And gave her mother forty whacks.
And when she saw what she had done
She gave her father forty-one.
Coco, regarding Project A, why don’t you develop a zero error fundamental aspect review of dimensions to ensure quality which consistently meets or exceeds internal and external client expectations with attributes to ensure organizational superiority through attribute maintenance approaches geared toward quality maintenance zero-error fundamental aspects for processes and systems providing quality relational organizational effectiveness.
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