JBradley is at it again.
Mrs. Hanson's little boy wanted people everywhere to know "it's always darkest before the dawn, so if you're going to steal your neighbor's newspaper, that's the time to do it."
Wonder if he keeps that in his scrapbook.
Two more wise thoughts, according to the Salmonator, are "Never test the depth of the water with both feet" and "If at first you don't succeed, skydiving is probably not for you."
Brad's become known as the Salmonator for his skill at salmon fishing on the Kenia River in Alaska. He doesn't have to share with the grizzlies, but he does have to watch out for the grizzlies who want to share with him.
Today is the first day of spring, so he and his sweet wife, Ann, likely are getting antsy to go north, if they haven't already done so. Spring does that to a person. It gets your mind looking for what your heart remembers.
We've been in Daylight Saving Time for a week now, and that, coupled with spring, changes things. We're no longer waiting for something, we're bumping up against it and wondering why everything hasn't suddenly turned perfect.
Oh, if only a new spring, a new summer, could change everything, I'd settle for less than perfect. Just something new or different, something to show that the bleak, cold winter actually is behind us.
I need different.
Maybe I should just cut my hair. Cut my hairs, since more than one hair needs to be cut. But I do so hate to make appointments. Once you make an appointment, it's set in stone and sometimes my stone chips away, leaving me adrift and unable to keep that appointment.
People don't like it when you don't keep appointments. That's what appointments are for, after all.
A long time back when I lived and worked in Eau Claire, Wis., I had a car accident and knocked out three teeth. You need a dentist to help with that problem, and I found a guy I liked within two blocks of the newspaper.
When I first started going, I got the "welcome to" speech with the admonition that any missed appointment would be charged, and I dare not be late, either.
So the next appointment, I walked to his office with at least five minutes to spare, figuring I could give up that much of my time, even with a work deadline looming.
I waited my five minutes, then I waited five of his minutes, then 10, then 35. I heard a room door open and glanced inside to see a kind of party going on. A goodbye, I think, for one of the workers.
OK, so this was way before I mellowed, and as I explained to the office manager who came out when she saw me looking in, I didn't mind waiting for an emergency, but to wait for cake and soda was an affront to me. Or words to that effect.
She was calling my office by the time I got back, and we set up another appointment. After that she called me five minutes before the dentist was able to see me, and I'd get there just in time.
I haven't thought of that in years. Spring has changed something. My memory has kicked in.
So long friends, until the next time when we're together.
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