Words Heard In the Galley

Oh, Lordy

RV Bowser shudders, as if she had hit something huge, or vice versa. The man who could pass for Vonnegut, balances himself with his mop as the bucket rolls away from starboard.

“Oh, Lordy”

A strong female voice booms from the portside into the galley. The man with the bucket is jolted back to reality from a distant memory from another century. Half the galley floor is wet and shiny, nobody who knew anything would just walk in. He looks up, already knowing that the voice was the captains.

And so it begins, my friends, with a thud and two words, not panic, no, not even shock, more like annoyed, curiously. What we got us here is a start to what is now a something. We got us a long way to go before we clear this electionyearing thing we got going on.

Yes, this is a diversion…a selfcare moment designed to, for a moment, lift all willing minds beyond harsh reality, a meditation of imagination and fantasy. Do I wish RV Bowser was not just a prednisone induced product of the 2020 election year? Of course, I do. Still, I am grateful not to have arms oozing with mayonnaise like stuff, as they were in Spyglass when I was presenting this thinking for the first time.

Oh Lordy