Wen musta looked cute in his dark yellow suit,
All eyes were frozen in awe.
In this proper attire, he connected the wire,
Never once getting caught in a flaw.

He did his job well and it was easy to tell,
Just a blink and you knew you were winning.
Just wait your turn and it was easy to learn,
When to adjust for a brand new beginning.

Here, just one false start, makes things fall apart.
The crowd’s anxiety gets edgy and tender!
But Wen blinks in rhythm, the crowd’s soon back with him.
As if marched into and back out of a blender.

To this day and all night, at that traffic light,
Its not regarded as unusual or strange,
To hear Wen’s full name and its always the same,
“I’m ready, Wen Willet Chainge“.

Please don’t ask what challenged me to poetize a traffic light. Nobody’s identified what the challenge might have been, do you want to venture a guess?

I don’t know how far Warm Fuzzys might have migrated, or if they are exclusively South Central Kansas residents.
A Warm Fuzzy has to be uprooted by someone else, its impossible to arouse one into action by yourself, for yourself. A Warm Fuzzy comes wrapped inside compliments and kind words and gets passed, like a treasured gift, from person to person. You will literally feel the corners of your mouth lift and you’ll notice more spring in your step when a Warm Fuzzy lands on you. They simply feel wonderful!
You blog readers have been so kind to me, I’ve got a swarm of Warm Fuzzys circling in formation, waiting for their turn to land. Right now the smile on my face feels like it might become a permanent feature.
I’ve never tried sending Warm Fuzzys via blog mail, but here goes. Wrapped up in this great BIG “Thank You” for all your kind comments, are Warm Fuzzys flying every direction in search of new hosts. Please be alert and see if you can’t actually feel a Warm Fuzzy land on you about now! Let me know if you didn’t feel its delicious, fuzzy warmth and I’ll send you another one. They’ve been known to make the skin tingle.
If you haven’t met Grandpa John before today, just say “Hello” and I’ll direct a Warm Fuzzy your way too.
Neat idea just bumped into my brain, let’s do a fun thing. Please join me in a Warm Fuzzy migration research project. Have you had Warm Fuzzys in your area before today, or is the one I sent you, the first one you’ve ever heard of?

“No, you go ahead.”
One Fish Two Fish!
I extended a hand of kindness the other day and flicked one single kernel of fish food into the water. When it hit, I detected some kind of fish “code of ethics.” Each fish seemed to know which one was going to feed first and which of them would wait for second table. I could see many, many fish swimming in the safer depths of that clear water, but there was no fighting, no competition when the single kernel of food rippled the water. Each time I gave up just one more kernel of food, one single fish would leave the safety of those deeper waters, as risky as that might have seemed, and come surfacing to the top to claim it. Amazing!
The smaller fish would dart towards the surface and when they broke into the limelight, they made a mighty splash. They seemed unsure of themselves and were noisy little show-offs. The bigger lunkers would glide to the top slowly, barely stick their nose into the limelight, accept that tiny kernel of food and then calmly retreat without making any splash at all.
This analogy has nothing to do with my physical size or with my age, but with how comfortable I am in my own waters. When do I feel the need to dart into the limelight quickly? When you’ve gotten ahead of me and my only choice is to knock your character a good lick? When I’ve just achieved and I’m afraid you’re not aware of it? When I want to continue hiding something from my past? Or should I simply stay back and let you have the limelight first? Are you going to make a big splash if I extend a hand of kindness and let you go first? Are you unsure of yourself or are you comfortable in your waters?
How often should we be willing to extend a hand of kindness? Wouldn’t twice in a while be ok once in a while?

About backing up. There was a short period of time when my pickup didn’t respond properly when I shifted it into reverse, it just stayed right where it was and ran in place, dumbfounded! The pickup drove forward fine, so I just had to be careful how I used it. The following occasion I recall with clarity!
After I had made a lumber purchase, I was told that a forklift would be required to load my purchase. The forklift driver waved for me to follow as we headed down an access road, in the lumberyard, rows of lumber were stacked on either side. “Whoops,” I thought as we drove further and further, “He doesn’t know that we've forgotten how to back up.” My mind flew frantically into a search for possible solutions to this dilemma. “Should I honk my horn and hope he hears me over the drone of the forklift motor?” I really felt the need to explain my predicament to the forklift operator. Maybe I should have had a sign taped on the pickup window, This pickup can’t back up, please avoid dead ends and blind alleys!
Likewise, there are times in my life when I suddenly realize that I too am unable to back up. When I participate in a gossip session for example. I can’t simply back up, swallow my words, then go forward from there again. Any words I’ve said that damaged character, remain out there and I can’t back over them and start over. Backing up to get a new start is about as easy as trying to force toothpaste back into the tube.

Words of introduction still struggling to reveal their secrets,
I dutifully step beside her, my heart in throat and climbing,,
Yet, anticipating good fortune as if within easy reach,
Acutely obsessed by beautiful flowing hair, teasing anxious breezes.

Shadows whispering through tall grasses,
Gluing every line and curve into perfect anatomy,
Magnifying unsettled moments
Catching me awkwardly lunging forward, gently.

With ecstatic air, Irish Queen cautiously presses forward,
No wasted glance to endorse my presence.
Yet, I know she knows,
Just the two of us, afield, alone!

I dare not interrupt,
But suddenly she halts abruptly,
Tense, as if studying the golden sunset.
A few more nervous steps and the sky explodes.

Then the bark, brass covered cylinders hurtling to the earth!
Accepting the good fortune anticipated, we return.
Fresh straw sliding and adjusting as Irish Queen kennels
While Cornish Hens are being prepared to grace the tables.