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A Great Idea Saves the Day

Or that’s what I’ve dubbed it. My
Great Idea. It might sound like a
scheme, but I don’t do schemes.
Maybe you know what I mean,

but what a truly pandora’s box
of a sentence that was. Anyway,
already I want to change the
subject.  Mostly because sud

denly I am having a run with
the nausea.  I almost said
the trots, instead, as that is
what my Grandma Hazel

would have said to anyone
within listening distance and
without a seeming care in the
world what anyone might think

of her, all six foot two of her
(she didn’t just have a command
ing presence, she demanded
it).  Not that anyone would have

looked down upon for announcing
so boldly her bout with diarrhea.
It would have been quite difficult
to criticize anything she’d say as

as she spoke with such a wry sense
of humor and with never even an
extraneous syllable (but she’d make
two out of every normally singular

syllable being from the part of the
South in which she resided at the
beginning and end of her life).  So,
the runs.  And I’ve now accomplished

changing the subject and the tone
of this initially optimistic and enthu
siastic cabin made of words. I mean,
it began that way and now wants to

make its final thoughts heading in
exactly the opposite direction.
So if it grabbed you by the get-go,
you’re no doubt a bit turned off

by how things seem to be winding
down.  If so, I’m very sorry about
that. If it makes you feel any better
(and do you have Pepto Bismol handy

by chance?) that initial fantastic idea
remains not only doable by all perpsec
tives that I can muster, will work; is an 

actual plan that I intend to implement. And

if I say stay tuned for further information,
I’d surely mean it, as the plan is an idea
most relevant to such pedantic, low-brow
activities as the one in which both you and

I are currently no doubt voluntarily choosing
to activitely participate. So. I would welcome
you to stay tuned to these pages for further
information on this thing that I call a Great Idea.