Is every “mistake” always a real mistake? Shouldn’t all mistakes automatically raise the question, “Y am I really a mistake, or Y not?” When a mistake catches my attention as a “Y do you think I‘m real? (Example 2+2 = 5). I need to stop in my tracks, back back over it and start my feet marching in different directions. On the other hand, when the mistake is an “isn’t really real”, I can stand firmly where I am and let gravity cool my heels.
Following is an “isn’t really a mistake” example.
Planning to lunch at Arby’s, I miss my turnoff, so I eat at Bogies, (Y not?)
Ok, so I’ve stopped in my tracks and backed back over 2+2 = 5. At first light, I’m tempted to say, “Oh, go fly a kite, this is a real mistake!” But instead, my narrow reasoning is challenged. All mistakes, real or not, anxiously beg for more freedom, much like the dancing kite continually begs for more string.
Now then, am I 100% sure that 2+2 = 5 is a real mistake? Might it just be a golden opportunity for the = 5 to take the 2+2 by the handles and elevate their united sum to the next level? Only after that, and other possibilities have been researched from every angle and declared impossible, will it be allowable to accept 2+2 = 5 as a real mistake.”
The “missed turnoff” mistake doesn’t really have enough body to it to critique. But, digging my heels in at Bogies instead of fretting about missing Arby’s, allowed me to enjoy my food without backing over it first!

Trying to take pills
that cure my ills
before my coffee cools
But, childproof lids
put on the skids
Require special tools.

Sometimes I feel like I’ve already outlived my life time warranty but, growing older lightheartedly is getting tougher and tougher. It seems to be brushing the edges of becoming a full time job. But, I’ll jump over a stars twinkle if it’s anywhere near as bad as what my friend said, “I wake up in the morning without a thing to do and by lunch time I’m three days behind.”
“Three days behind?“ After I jump over the twinkle, I’ll ask myself, “Behind what? There simply can’t be that much priority work to growing older lightheartedly. I know, I’ll ask for help! Let’s, together, develop a priority list of requirements essential for growing older lightheartedly. Will it work to begin with any age we choose, or are the essentials different for lives still covered by a warranty?”

When I was a youngster on the farm, Dad milked a few cows and churned most of the pasture materialized milk through an old hand-crank cream separator. He’d close the faucet on the bowl on top, pour in the pasture materialized and start turning the hand crank. When the whirring sound of the spinner reached the pitch level that challenged acceptable decibel levels, the faucet was opened and the pasture grown milk began to flow into the spinner. The spinner drank the milk with a bottomless thirst tank attitude, dividing the mix and slinging it right back out into two spouts. The cream spout ran much richer and looked much more dense then what the watery skim milk spout produced. The separator had a large bucket under the skimmed milk spout and a much smaller bucket under the cream spout. My job? I got to wash the separator so there was no residue left in the spinner’s innards, the spigots and the spouts to collect and sour. A most favorite reward for me after washing the separator, was the privilege of dunking freshly home baked, jellied bread, into a saucer half full of that rich, delicious cream. The very first dunk would always drive my taste buds into the farthest depths of enjoyment.
Sorry, we initially tabled a question, “Heavier, Skim Milk Or Cream?” Unless you are familiar with some farm products facts, you probably guessed this one wrong.
In truth, if you take a gallon of whole pasture materialized milk, without sending it to be pasteurized, homologiesd or otherwised, the watery looking skim will sink to the bottom of the pot and the rich, dense looking, delicious cream will rise to the top and float. Cream is proven first choice and is lighter than skim milk!
Moral of the story? I don’t believe this story has one, so I’ll just make something up/
Instead of trying to deal with the whole, heavy burden ourselves, why not churn it through our separator and use only the rich, delicious results that rise to the top and float? We will need to keep our separator clean and not allow the unused residue to collect in our innards and turn sour.

A time must be about sixty long, there are sixty of this in one of that and another sixty of them in this one. Yep, a time must be about sixty long. If all the time measures sixty all the time, how Is it possible then for us to become involved in some things for such a short time while our involvement in other things extends into such a long time ? Does a good time really skwoosh past us much faster than a bad time does, or is it just our imagination? Are we maybe caught in good time zones as well as in bad time zones, where the length of the times between the zones fluctuates? Do we expect someone to customize a time, when sixty doesn’t seem quiet long enough and we ask for a little more time? How often can we be on time? Does the Guinness book of world records record anywhere, more than once upon a time?
So, do I have this straight this time? The famous introductory lines to a fairy tale. “Once upon a time,” indicates that the story started only once upon a time, the peak of all possibility, “A long time ago,” indicates that the story maybe didn’t start out at a good time. No?
Sorry, I didn’t intend to draw this out to the end of time, but me thinks my time for this blog has expired! So long for this time!

I think my luck has gotten stuck! I might need to use tire chains behind a dozer blade to push my luck into action again, but I feel it‘s time for it to move.
Conflobergating several common things together into something creatively simple and previously unknown, intrigues me a whole lot. I’ll probably never have my name on a patent, but I’ve conflobergated some common fare into the Twist-N-Grip (Holds quilt displays and wall hangings on the wall without marring them) and the Wobble Stick (Everybody needs a friend like the Wobble Stick). I also incubated and hatched the original “Five Line Poetry Push Ups“ idea. I’ve seen none of the above anywhere before I pulled them towards reality and polished them into existence.
The thing that triggered my desire not to expire in the mire, is reading about Britney Gallivan solving the Paper Folding Problem. Everybody knows, folding paper of any size in half, more than seven or eight times is impossible until, Britney develops a method of folding that allows doubling it up to twelve times.
Grandpa was surprised when they started building horse power tractors to replace the common hay eating horse power. Try counting how many things came into being during our lifetime. Are we through? If there’s anything I can help with, anything at all, please call!
There-from flows one fuel that keeps my spark from plugging! Do you need anything that isn’t yet?