In the 1930’s songwriter Lew Brown said, “Life is just a bowl of cherries.” He evidently considered that description accurate enough to turn it into a hit song.
A few decades later, Forrest Gump said, “Life is like a box of chocolates.” (Well, it was really his mama who said it, but he believed it. By the way, you don’t want to know what I think of that piece of condescending, cinematic buffoonery. Ooooops, I think I just told you. But I digress ….)
This week, after having to stop what I was doing and clean up my floor — twice — I decided I might as well throw in my two cents’ worth on the subject of life. Personally, I’ve about decided that life is like puddles of spilled coffee. They are an aggravation. They are messes that have to be cleaned up. But neither of those facts keeps me from wanting more coffee. They do, however, keep me working harder at trying to keep the coffee in the cup for drinking purposes, rather than using it to mop the floor.
No applause please. It’s just another pearl of great wisdom from my pet oyster.