WHAT THE HELL IS A “SHAM-WOW”?

Ai-yi-yi . . . that’s what I’d say if I were Ricky Ricardo, which I’m not.  Whatta weird week . . . (there’s some alliteration for you, boys and girls).  Where to begin . . .

LIFE, THE UNIVERSE AND EVERYTHING (in no particular order):

Featuring natural disasters (the earthquake in Chile) . . . impoverished politicians (little Sara Palin with her “poor man’s teleprompter”) . . . suicide (son of Walter Koenig — aka “Chekhov” from original Stark Trek series) . . . collapsing flowers (valiant bulbs trying to stand tall in our flower box after persistent rain) . . . he(art) (my latest painting that now features a heart, complete with arteries and an aorta with a prominent but unruptured aortic abdominal aneurysm) . . . tsunamis (and my lifelong fascination with them) . . . grief closer to home (the death of my spiritual mentor’s best friend) . . .  spontaneous mandala-making (been on a tear, of late) . . . health care-shmealth care (can you say “The United States of Big Pharma”?) . . . horrifying omens (Newt Gingrich wants to run in 2012 . . . Mitt Romney’s still out there) . . . such a thing as a Heidi Montag even exists . . .

YIKES.

Start again.  New list.

LIFE, THE UNIVERSE AND EVERYTHING (sunshine version):

British actors (Bill Nighy!  Alan Rickman!  Simon Pegg!) . . . Trader Joe’s whole wheat sourdough . . . living room Olympics with Squitos, the Magic Qat and her play-daddy (my husband) . . . “Wait Wait, Don’t Tell Me” on NPR every Saturday . . . Mindful Therapy by Thomas Bien . . . Steven Colbert . . . Jon Stewart . . . blueberry juice and sparkling water . . . American actors (Jeff Bridges! George Clooney! Kevin Spacey!) . . . spring moving exponentially closer to being sprung . . . the bright-white-ice-sharp full moon hanging outside near our house . . . the Sun magazine . . . the ever-expanding English language (what the hell IS a “sham-wow” anyhow?) . . . American actresses (Maggie Gyllenhaal! Michelle Williams! Lauren Bacall!) . . . Haagen Dasz strawberry ice cream (even though I can’t eat it anymore) . . . Bill Moyers . . . the late, great Joseph Campbell . . . British actresses (Dame Judy Dench! Helen Mirren! Emma Thompson!) . . .  online Sudoku . . . other international actors/actresses who tilt my machine (Hugo Weaving!  Juliet Binoche!  Cate Blanchett! ) . . . the smell of Play-Doh (ahhh, pure rapture) . . .

And for some reason (and appropos of nothing), stuck in my head is a rhyme composed by my ex-father-in-law in response to the cover of Frank Zappa’s album, Weasels Ripped My Flesh:

Spring has sprung,

the grass has rzzzzz,

the trees are where

the birdies is.

(You’d have to see the album to fully appreciate this little ditty.)

But I am weary and it’s getting late-ish, and half the weekend is over . . . and I just looked up “ShamWow” and learned that it is a super-absorbent cloth that can be used for cleaning . . . gotta admit, I’m a little disappointed that something with such a great name is so humdrum a thing . . .

Gotta take off.  Set a course, Mr. Sulu . . .

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About creat1ve11

psychotherapist by trade, writer and artist by temperament, over 50 and not fighting it, love the idea of snorting milk through my nose, but have never actually done it
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