Rumor Has It The Sun Rose Again This Morning

Many years ago I told my friend David that a guy I'd just met had spent the entire time we were talking looking at my chest.

For the record, the chest in question is decidedly average--not Twiggy, but also not Pamela Anderson or my sister who, when pregnant, went from a D-cup to a G- [which my late uncle referred to at the time as "G-Whiz!"]).

David suggested that if I ran into the fellow again and he continued to address his remarks to my breasts I might respond, "They can't hear you."

I thought of that tonight as I found myself addressing the radio with just a touch of the vernacular, and then turning it off.

And why was I doing that?

Because it was another bloody program about the recession. Not that there's anything wrong with talking about the recession. Or that we should stick our heads in the sand (which, incidentally, somebody now says ostriches do not do).

But could we at least get off the doom?

Because some of us saw the movie. We know exactly how bad it was. And we'd like to move on.

Yes, we know it might take a while for things to get a whole lot better. But we'll settle for pretty good and a focus on the good news, thanks so much.

I'd be willing to bet the classical stations are doing really well these days, and the oldies ones, too, because a lot of us have had it up to here with more and more information about how truly bad it still is in some parts.

We know it. If we're not in the thick of it ourselves, we have friends and family who are. And while we're not advocating walking away from the challenges it may present, we don't want to spend one more minute analyzing it. We don't want to give it any more time than we absolutely have to. We have lived with it for what seems like forever.

And now we would like to move on.


©2010 Laynie Tzena.