Bricolage – Spoons
Bricolage – Spoons
by: Mister D
Geez, I have nothing to do today but sit here with a variety of spoons floating around in my head. Now what can I do with these thoughts? Oh my, now here’s a good one….welcome back to the seventies when I had only one nostril and one tiny spoon. Of course, I don’t condone that kind of behavior anymore, but boy did I have a good time before all that reconstructive surgery had to be done. Those were the days. And then from there, I remember that old jug band I was in where I played rhythm with the spoons. Nobody seems to do that anymore – it’s all drum machines and mouths-a-yappin. Whatever happened to using real utensils? And how can I forget eating!!!! Why if it weren’t for the spoon I wouldn’t be able to shovel half the carbs and sugars that make me the walking medication factory I am today – high cholesterol, triglycerides, and waist 40 pants – ain’t I every one’s dream man? But I do love the spoon. The bigger the better. But the best spoon of all is the spooning, that nice warm feeling you get in bed by just cuddling up to another human being whether it be a friend or a lover. Nothing better than intimacy and the closeness of humankind. Oh how I love to spoon.