Musings Of A Man With Tiny Wings (and no pants)

 

Oh, why are my wings so tiny? They barely lift me off the ground. Maybe 2-3 feet. That’s it. Not very dignified. I long to soar into the sky. Alas, I cannot. Although I will admit it does make it easy to reach things in the tallest cupboard in the kitchen. My wife will call me, “Prince, I need your reach!” She calls me Prince, for that is my title. As you can see by my crown, which is also on the tiny side. I wanted a larger crown with many sparkling jewels, but alas, none of them fit.

 

You might ask about my attire…when I got dressed this morning, I could not find one single pair of pants. Not one. When I asked my wife about them, she said they were all in the wash and I would have to wait. My legs were getting cold, so I grabbed one of her skirts and put that on. She said, “That is one of my favorites! Don’t spill anything on it!” And she handed me a napkin to spread on my lap while eating.

 

I ask you…a Prince with tiny wings and crown, wearing a woman’s skirt and carrying a napkin…is this dignified? It is NOT! Yet that is what I am reduced to this day. I will not attend any important meetings or see any people at court until I am dressed properly. I know some will talk, maybe even mock my absence. My father (the King) will certainly make remarks. But I will remain in my chambers until I can make an appearance worthy of my high station.

 

So there.

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Random Thought

In your lifetime, you’ll produce enough saliva to fill two swimming pools.

 

Book Report May 2026

 

Haven’t done one of these in a long time. I’ve been reading some great little murder mysteries written by Faith Martin (pen name of Jacquie Walton). Very British. The protagonist is a woman named Jenny Starling. She’s a traveling caterer/cook of the highest order. Commands very high prices for her services. She’s described as being 6’1” and of a Junoesque build. Very intelligent and fond of reading detective novels. For some reason, wherever she goes someone ends up being murdered, and it’s Jenny’s logic and common sense that helps her figure things out. The local police don’t particularly appreciate her “help” but quickly come to realize that she has very good ideas. Ms. Martin has a couple of other series that she writes, but I haven’t read any of them yet. Very enjoyable. So far there are 7 Jenny Starling mysteries.

 

I know this is a short one this week. I was busy reading…

 

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Random Thought

In 20-30 years, one of the hardest things our kids will have to do will be finding a username that hasn’t already been taken

 

 

 

Mild Burnout

 

Just couldn’t come up with anything for this week. Not even a placeholder story. So I give you this little poem I just now made up. Hope to do better next week…

 

In a slump

My mind’s a dump

I’m just glad

I don’t have mumps.

 

(I’ll see myself out the door…)