Semi-Daily Scribbles

Getting a leg up. Putting one’s best foot forward. Taking a step in the right direction. Standing on my own two feet. Stepping on people’s toes.

There’s a call I need to take. Trouble is, the phone hasn’t rung in weeks. The message must have gotten lost in translation and now it’s a bother to try and decipher. Those words sound better coming out of somebody else’s mouth anyway. It’s the forming of, the biting down on, the spitting up that leaves the matter open to interpretation.

Best to take a hike. Hit the road. Shuffle on off. Dance around the issue. Hightail it out of town.