It’s hit and giggle. That’s what a couple of us said when we were in our early 20s playing pool. At least we thought we knew how to play pool. We’d line up the cue ball very seriously and take focused aim and often the shot would not work out and the balls would scatter randomly. We might have just as well ‘hit and giggled.’ So by a margin of 3 (to zero), the feedback from last week’s post was that this blog works without a theme (at least for three).
And that suits the writer. If you take aim, you’d better be consistently hitting your target, somewhere. If it’s a random shot, you’ll be forgiven because it becomes obvious that you are anyhow a hit and giggle kind of aimer.
Which doesn’t mean that one still shouldn’t take aim. But it can be (and often is) a more relaxed aim, and, in random directions. I’m not playing serious eight ball. I’m just hitting, or trying to hit, any random ball if interest. And then I’ll hit and giggle.
I only wish I had more to giggle about. The bottom of my left jaw is throbbing. There is something wrong. That damn radiation made a mess of my neck and mouth area. The cancer never felt this bad. It’s a hell of a price to pay. I’d like to be pissed at the doctors who butchered the area, but I bought into it without enough questioning the consequences. It almost feels like they aimed, then hit and giggled. The radiation scattered, creating a mess.
But I can’t be complaining. That will get me nowhere. What’s done is done. I’ve got to learn when to hit and when to giggle. Sometimes they are simultaneous. Sometimes not.
I’d better be content that I’ve been able to spend a casual day yesterday riding my cruiser over to the N.J. side of the GW Bridge to the Palisades Park where I was able to start this post and enjoy coffee and newspaper reading while overlooking the Hudson River through the thickness of trees.
Point is, we all need to find ways to keep hitting, and then perhaps giggle a little (more). And for the two who responded via comments to this blog, thank you. And thanks to the person who wrote me a separate email. The randomness will continue and thanks to you, I don’t need to wrap my head around a story. I’m giggling and I hope you are too.