Ac-Cent-Tchu-Ate the Positive

You’ve got to accentuate the positive

Eliminate the negative

Latch on to the affirmative

But,  don’t mess with mister in-between


You’ve got to spread joy up to the maximum

Bring gloom down to the minimum

Have faith, or pandemonium

Liable to walk up on the scene


…And gather ’round me children–if you’re willin’

And sit tight, while I start reviewin’

The attitude of doin’ right…(back to verse 1)

Spreading positivity to overcome negativity–advice that holds true today.  A great old WWII era song about optimism, popularized by Bing Crosby, music and lyrics by Johnny Mercer and Harold Arlen.





Just so I wouldn’t forget about her morning walk–the first reminder came at 3:45 AM.  To solidify the first reminder–there was a second wakeup at 4:15.

Maggie–the bossier of the two dogs, didn’t care a bit that it was raining just before dawn.  The rain let up for a few minutes.  So, the adventure began.  Precisely one-half mile away the rain resumed.

Walking faster to avoid raindrops never seemed to help.  The gazebo on the next street over was a welcome sight.  Good–we’ll wait it out.  Maggie strained a bit against the leash.  Maybe she sensed what was about to happen.

Without warning, the sprinklers came on.  In some sort of devious plot–a sprinkler head soaked me from head to foot.

I skulked away to under a leaky nearby tree canopy.  What was the point?  I was beyond the saturation point.  it was insult added to injury.

I returned home, retrieved my reluctant second dog.  The three of us walked to the canoe launch and back.  The rain let up,  stopped long enough for annoying, biting flies to do what they did best.  On the way back, near the end of our street, I found a lucky penny.  It was going to be a good day.




Old school paranoia attacked

On a road potholed with pessimism

The path seemed steeper everyday

Had America lost its backbone?

Did it ever have one?

Not important–as long

As one’s PED worked?

Culture catered to the LCD?

Believe/don’t believe–media

Throwbacks to the neolithic?

Complete with tribal warfare

No, that was just the way of the world

Dreaded upcoming pollen attack

Scattered among the “sturm und drang”

Didn’t dare complain–because some jerk

Would offer to punch my TS card

Couldn’t give them the satisfaction