HAPPY NEW

Well, now that we are well into the well of the New Year a bubble of a question works its way to the top, looks me in the eye, winks and asks: How the hell is the New Year going, buddy boy? Not too bad, says I (devious dodger that I am). And he says: Is it really new or is it the same old year all over again? (This damnable bubble has the eye of an Ancient Mariner; he's staring me down he is.) So I reply: I have to admit it's a lot like the old, despite all my earnest resolutions, dreams, hopes and best intentions. I knew it, he says with leering delight. It's just one long, long old year. Ha-ha. And the little bugger starts to go back down into the murky well depths from which he came. Wait a minute, I says. How can I have a new year? I want one, like everybody else does. I've had enough of the old. Well, well, I'll tell you, pal, he sneers, and rolls over like a little globule of a world, and when he squints back up at me again he says: The only way to get a new year is for you to be not your same old stale self. YOU!!! Get me? YOU gotta be new! Then you'll have the new year you've always wanted. Well, how do I do that, smart guy? What are you asking me for, he giggles sadistically, I'm just an effervescent, evanescent little bitty bub— Oh, gees, he just popped! Before he could go back down. He popped before my very eyes.  Leaving me without a clue. No hint. Nothing.  Hmm..............

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