Hello, Wonderfuls!  “Happy Days” are here again, and life is cooler than Fonzie and Brylcreem.  🙂

(*Okay, I realize that’s taking the hip-happening appeal of (1974-1984) old-school reference too far….

On the other hand, my little misstep makes it clear that providing Context is a way to give my befuddling dud-lings greater meaning…

And sure, if I’ve miscalculated, my efforts will blow up in my face; but, if Bruno Mars is willing to, “…catch a grenade for ya’…”, then, I am too.

Additionally, today’s offering doesn’t require much of a P.S.; but I will say up front that Me, Myself and I make a guest appearance in my–funny ‘cause it’s true–word play* ).

Here I grow, Adorables…

I’m grateful that gruff old goat, Billy, mowed the lawn yesterday evening…

and that one (out of these three) bedroom windows has a screen….

and that the fan circulating cool, pollen-ated air sounds like muffled ocean waves.

So, even though I awoke to pesky aller-“Geeze!” that have me sea-ing through rivulets of blurry tears, I’m not going to let freshly mown grass rain on my parade…for, wasting staycation time complaining simply doesn’t float my boat.

 And–given the (“Go ahead.”) nod by Me–Myself pipes up, “I second that e-notion!”

“And The Miracles continue”, announces a sarcastic Me.  “After all, you two are always accusing me of never putting Myself first…but I just did!”

“Hey”, prompts I, “let’s not start the morning with internal squabbling, I have a feeling it’s time for some Cap’n Hunch…”

(*Not ones to eat breakfast, Me Myself and I can’t be judged for our juvenile choices….I’m taking baby steps, after all.  And, sure, Generally speaking, eggs benedict (Arnold) is a mature alternative; but a choice made at the expense of betraying my commitment to culinary ignorance*).

BTW, I’ve recently found that my penchant for interrupting myself to give you a peek at my (buried-) deeper thoughts has a theatrical name…

“Breaking The Fourth Wall” is when an actor, performer, or writer addresses the audience directly before shifting back to the world of story-telling/make-believe (think, 1986 movie, “Ferris Beuller’s Day Off”—the lead character turns to the camera at various times, elaborates/expounds, and then returns to the movie).

Making this device my own, I’ll refer to it as the Fourth Wall Stall (F.W.S).  As my mind charts its course for adventure, it’s my way of buying some time to (hopefully) hold your interest by way of levitous segues.

And, to update the term’s historical context, rather than imploring you to—“Come hither, for I have a revelation to impart“—I’ll invite you to, “Psst,let me holla’ at you for a minute”…My version of pulling back the curtain on the (relatively) reserved me who stifles silly urges and utterances.

So, as I was delaying…oops, saying…

Tempted to succumb to the folly of eating cereal in bed, I realize I’d do so at the risk of    s-wallowing in pointless mind chatter.  For, although my bed and I are like two peas in a pod, this particular confidante is a double-edged sword…

If I give her too much time, my pea analogy becomes a “Princess and The Pea” metaphor, whereby—no matter how high and cushy my mattress—I can feel the smallest discomfort (my thoughts become a muddle of strains, pains, and run-way-trains).

Nope, friends, I’m not going to fall into the ivory-tower-trap: it’s time for me to let my hair down (no matter how much it’s counting on a bed-head up-do)…

And, so, having transported myself to the (land of the) living room, I find myself surrounded by evidence of how much I can accomplish when I don’t put my mind to it… 

What I mean is, having neglected to take (among other things) that cup out to the kitchen, those pages of scribbled inspirations off the coffee table, and those…(dress) BOOTS?!  IT’S JULY!…beside that decorative chest, I’ve amassed quite a collection of misplaced clutter—I know where to find it, but failed to put it in its proper place.

Can you relate, Terrifics?

I don’t mean to imply that you aren’t tidy (says the soon-to-be-washed pot).

I meant, can you relate to sometimes waking and entertaining one unhelpful thought after another until—without reservation—you hear the announcement, “Downer, party of six.”?  And, find, if not for getting up for work (and/or children, school etc.), you’d spend too much of your day at an all you can eat buffet of blights?

Well, I’m going to do my best not to waste one moment of staycation on the dark side of the coin…it’s all about how you look at things.

For instance, tidying up will give me a sense of accomplishment, while giving me a bit of the ups and downs that keep my joints limber (I can’t believe the toll that sitting for the vast majority of the workday takes!).

(*And, yes, Gym, I hear you exercising your right to say, “I told you so.”…I get that, “Nothing Compares To You”…and, Super Stars, no Prince tie-in follows this (1990) hit song: I simply love Prince!  Sinead O’Conner did him proud.*)

Oh, but here’s a far-from-fleeting thought…

I wrote half this post yesterday morning, left it for the rest of the day, and continued writing this morning.

In the between, something sooooo exciting happened!!!

Yesterday, while exchanging comments with blogging friend Adam (of “Weird Weekends”), I let him know I’ve long had a celebrity crush on actor, Matt Dillon—and that I especially loved him in the (1983) movie, “The Outsiders”.

When, what do you know?  It was on TV later the same day!

And, even later—when I was watching TCM (Turner Classic Movies)—(1984) Stephen King movie, “Cat’s Eye” referenced the (1841ish) fairy tale, “Three Billy Goats Gruff”!

Now, you might not be wowed by the “coincidence” of “The Outsiders” (the book, by the way, introduced me to “Nature’s first green is gold…”—a line of poetry I referenced in my, “ About Me: Part A”, post).

However, can we agree that the fairy tale reference is striking, given that yesterday morning it popped into my head out of the blue (providing a pun for Billy, the lawn mower…whose actual name is Joshua)?

So, my closing points are these:

There’s no such thing as coincidence—I take these happenings as proof that my higher power (God, as I know Him) is signalling that I am on the right path….such happenstances come to my attention more and more and more…

My second point–the one I had in mind for the theme of this offering–is that we can choose how to see things…we can look for the good, and find it—or we can look for the bad, and there it will be.

And, I, Dazzlers, have a brain that’s shaking the the habit of waking up and wondering what I should be worrying about.  It’s a wonderfully gifted and well-meaning brain (as is yours) that’s willing to learn that new tricks aren’t tricks at all…for, reality is all a (grey) matter of perspective.

So, thank you for giving me the motivation to write my way to greater clarity today…my hope is that I’m also helping you in some way.  Just the very thought of at least making you smile drives me to do what I do…and, I am soooo much better for it. 🙂

God Bless You And Your Loves, Fantastics.

Affectionately, Truly

P.S. I second that e-notion (my play on emotion and notion) is a nod to the (1976) song, “I Second That Emotion” by Smokey Robinson and the Miracles (thanks for the date, Wikipedia); falling into the ivory tower trap and let my hair down (by disappointing it) is a Rapunszel/fairy tale pun (“The Princess And The Pea” is also a fairy tale); eggs benedict (Arnold) is a play on the General’s reputation for being a betrayer (funny thing is, I didn’t even know he was a General–that happy “coincidence” made my Cap’n Hunch (Crunch) pun even better!; and, my workmate/friend, Erin told me about The Fourth Wall technique…she is also the marvel who encouraged me to start a blog 🙂

P.P.S. You can find the fabulous Adam at

https://weirdweekendsblog.wordpress.com/

and my, About Me: Part A, post at

https://wordpress.com/post/trulyunplugged.com/472