Some things cannot be helped.
Although others certainly can, but I will not list them at this time.
Thanks be to God.
This is another rambling post from moi, stream-of-consciousness, wide-ranging, free-wheeling, whatever you want to call it.
Some sort of post is needed, but I do not feel up to the task.
Harold Arlen's famous lyrics from The Wizard of Oz come to mind:
[Scarecrow]
I could while away the hours
Conferrin' with the flowers
Consultin' with the rain
And my head I'd be scratchin'
While my thoughts were busy hatchin'
If I only had a brain
I'd unravel every riddle
For any individ'le
In trouble or in pain
[Dorothy]
With the thoughts you'd be thinkin'
You could be another Lincoln
If you only had a brain
[Scarecrow]
Oh, I would tell you why
The ocean's near the shore
I could think of things I never thunk before
And then I'd sit and think some more
I would not be just a nuffin'
My head all full of stuffin'
My heart all full of pain
I would dance and be merry
Life would be a ding-a-derry
If I only had a brain
Gosh, it would be awful pleasin'
To reason out the reason
For things I can't explain
Then perhaps I'll deserve ya
And be even worthy of ya
If I only had a brain
Riddle of the day: Who is this woman and how is she connected to this post?
