Kill two birds with one stone and other sweetheart deals in the works.

The game of life.

Giving it your all.

Hit me with your best shot.

Bring your A game if on the B team. Or B game if on the A team.

Whatever.

Lost it anyway.

Somewhere under the couch.

Or bed.

Or bench.

Closet, chair or table.

Still looking for a clue.

Running around in circles.

Back and forth.

Up and down.

Here and there.

There and here.

Achieving perceived success at all costs. The costs of self. The cost of others.

In the end it doesn’t really matter.

Doing the right thing is doing the right thing. Right Winged or Left Winged.

Definition time: Hurray! hurray!

A mug’s game. An activity that will not make you happy. Mug + Shot = Mug Shot. Post too may mugs or too many pics.🍻🙂🙂

A number’s game. A situation in which the most important factor is how many of a particular thing there are, especially when you disapprove of this:

Key word: disapprove.

A game in hand.

(A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush?)

Or.

Is that an entirely different game being played.

Chess and Checkers.

Checkers and Chess..

Great question.

Whew.

Whoa.

Wow.

A game in hand. The same as having already having had dinner, (supper, lunch, etcetera) and the other half was “there”. Wasn’t even there. Invisible?. Invisible =Zero= Non-existent=Pretend.

Not quite.

A game in hand. If a sports team has a game in hand over other teams in a competition, it still has another game to play in which it can gain points.

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

I don’t get it.

Actually. You did. Get it.

You got it alright.

Right between the eyes.

Before you knew it.

Before you knew it was coming.

Because apparently. Numbers never lie.

Numbers don’t mean.

People don’t either, to some and others at the table.

Too busy pushing boundaries.

I dunno.

I forgot.

The who, what, where, when and why, and how?

The sequence of events that led to the now.

Is that such a bad thing?

Get back into the groove. As it stood, or stands, the major and the minor are two separate and distinct apparatus. Or apparati. Can’t have one without the other. One cannot survive without the other.

First.

Gotta have a backbone to begin the game.

Then pushing the boundaries seems, well rather ordinary.

Wouldn’t you agree?

And if you do not agree.

That is ok.

Chess.Checkers.

Opposites attract.

Opposites attack.

No two minds are ever alike.

Get your groove on?

Get into the groove?

Major groove.

Minor groove.

Hey. Numbers don’t lie.

However, those pushing the numbers buttons may.

Lie.

Compliance can be a fickle bi**.

Hint: Talking birds not female dogs.

Well. That is one way to say it, or not say it. Or feverishly dance on the way to the loo. In the meantime, one may find a twin strand by tracing the spaces, or grooves between strands. Adjacent to. Binding even. With specific specificity.

Significant Change.

Conformational change.

Transformational. Change.

Takes time.

Takes your time

Oppositional forces are not directly opposite each other, as the strands and threads are not directly opposite each other, and the grooves are unequally sized.

😳Huh?

I thought it was wise and wisdom that leads us to embracing that which makes us equal as that which make us unique.

Unique is not a word that can be qualified.

It is a descriptive “stander-on-it’s-owner”.

Not standing on its owner. ugh.

😳Huh?

Aren’t we all equal?

Yes.

Cough it up then.

The past is the past.

Right?

Correct?

Left behind?

Wrong?

Front door.

Back door.

Slip in the door.

Well. Some grooves are simply harder to get into and stick with.

Lotsa, lotsa noise “out there”.

Distractions abound.

Attrition v Acts of Contrition.

It is never wise to blame God. The resurrection and the life.

It is never wise to blame the Gods either.

In your pursuit of happiness.

In your pursuit of a productive life.

A successful pursuit of a productive life.

Let’s have the conversation before the grooves become so jaded we

forget where we cam from. Started from.

There are no shortcuts.

A start:

“Hello.

How are you.

I am fine.

How are you.

I am fine.”

Where do we go from here?

By the way. Do you recycle?

Just wondering.

Or are you vying for extinction. The extinction of others in order to move up the food chain, the food pyramid?

Seriously considering becoming a vegetarian.

Seriously. If not sooner.

Many a bird is cackling out in cries for help and the saving grace for the birdies now is that they can still

Fly.

Time to go bird watching.

Yes. Indeed.

Birds are special.

They provide us with a very special education.

Please allow me to introduce you to “Dodo”. Points give you if you were able to stifle your chuckle. Dodo has been living with the name his whole life. It becomes even harder in adulthood. Dodo was on the verge of becoming extinct. With some modern savior techniques, time will tell.

It usually does.

Extinct. Dodo is a large, flightless ground bird. The dodo’s closest genetic relative was the also extinct Rodrigues (with an S) solitaire. The two formed the subfamily, Raphinae a clade of extinct flightless birds that were a part of the family which includes pigeons and doves.

Family.

Love’em.

Hate ‘em.

Can’t live with ‘em.

Can’t live without ‘em

Generally. Can’t pick ‘em.

Before awareness sets in that is.

Holy moa.

Welcome to the Poly-ensian world of dog eat dog.

The healthy hen pecked benefits of getting henpecked by a hen. Patiently awaiting its re-introduction into its former habitat. Perhaps hanging out with a bigger, larger than life fellow is in order the Elephant bird—no not the Eelephant Man— different story altogether.

Sweet Carolina was driven to extinction by far too many destructive sweetheart of ladies, overhunted, overhunting, and incessant competition from the newly introduced honeybees. Not to mention persecution for crop damages.

Cough it up,cookie.

It has been said, to those who disbelieve: You can catch more flies with honey. Fact. Once you catch ‘em sticky is as sticky does.

The next time you hear a sound. Peck.PeckPeck. Peck. Look left. look right. look up. look down. The insidious sound ringing in your ears now is the grand, ole, Imperial Woodpecker.

From the beautiful country of Mexico. Why they flew here is anyone’s guess. Extinction has a way of hen pecking the best of the best. Slow and methodical, with slow climbing strides and a fast wing-flap. Similar in appearance to the ivory-billed woodpecker.

A large and conspicuous fellow. A habitual lover of all things wood.

Better check the attic for the dust and crumbs left behind. Go ahead, toss the stone in the woodpeckers direction. See what happens.

While you were busy being distracted, throwing the stone, the wood pecker took your seat at the table and left behind a beautiful ring….

The ringing in your ears from the extinction of you.