rabble - tumultuous crowd
babble -indistinct, meaningless words
ramble -to walk aimlessly, digress
A life with problems and issues; who hasn't lived that yet? Who, I ask, has missed a morning waking to the sound of your brain, laughing? Knowing full well that the very moment your eyelids curl back toward you forehead... 'it's on.' Rabble, babble, ramble, and what?
Meanwhile your innard parts are hoping something has miraculously changed while you slept. That crazy elbow you love so much is achy. Your trick knee has turned on the stage light... the show will go on. And how in the world could you have dreamed you were sitting on a commode?
You might be in this awkward shape for a bit; good thing you set the coffee pot alarm. You did add water, right? Yes, of course you did... twice. This funk must stop. There will be solutions.
Casually you walk over to the double paned, double-doored, windows; a beautiful sun is rising. You can't help but throw them wide open to the world; accidentally throwing yourself through the windows. Now passing floor number 3, you realize your mistake but take a moment to wave to Mrs. Archer. She makes the best........... and you've landed.
Then again, maybe you're still dreaming. Oh look, the commode is right where you left it; ahhhh.
LOL. I like my commode on wheels. That's just the way I roll. And besides, the way it's been for me these days... I don't know if I'm coming or going.
ReplyDeleteDixie, my dear, it sounds like you've got a good head on your shoulders. No matter what rambling and babbling your mind does and no matter how much your body like to hassle you, you know the show still must go on.
So... is your toilet still where you left it? Or did it run off with the bathroom sink? That's romance for ya? You never know when your bathroom fixtures are going to slip off and elope somewhere, unannounced.
Have a dandy day and thank you for "unloading" this terrific post on top of all your readers. <3
Kelly, thank you, thank you. Now I'm off to take another plunge. LOL.
ReplyDeleteHi Dixie: I hope you were describing a dream and not your real world!
ReplyDeleteA commode on wheels. That should make it easy to go.
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No Bazza, it's a bit boring right now. The porty potty someone gave me was too heavy to roll. Right now it's on my patio, planted with half dead daisies.
ReplyDeleteThe seat is the same height as my kitchen counter top. I almost turned it into a chip & dip server, LOL. (Ooh, wish I shared that with Kelly!!He likes that novelty ideas.)
Now I've got to leave on comment about the g-u-n-s. Shhh.
Hey Dixie,
ReplyDeleteDo forgive me, my excuse for probably not leaving an exactly decent comment is because it's almost four in the morning and I'm nuts.
That potty power machine might well give you a 'bum'py' ride...
Gary,
ReplyDeleteNo apology needed; thanks for the insight!!
I must confess, your writing style is amazing :).
ReplyDeleteI think babble and ramble are part of me at times but, by doing so, you never know where you might arrive at.
ReplyDeleteunikorna/Petronela:
ReplyDeleteNo confessions... it's all in good humor; not even sure I have a style!
You so very kind... and I'm learning to cook from your blog food spots!!
Thanks, Kisses :))
Well, Mike,
ReplyDeletedo you think it's by coincidence that you end up where you are, by accepting the babble and ramble parts? Hmm? Thanks, Mike.