There is a fungus amung us!

Mushrooms, I speak of the lowly yet highly praised and sought after fungus...mushroom.

There are all types (just like us humans) of mushrooms, some sought for eating pleasure,
and some of nefarious practices, yet others for the out of the world experience that we
simple humans seem to crave.  Here are a few examples.......................................

1)  Eating....

2) big and little...........

3) Colors and canned.....................

   

 4) Some people, especially back in the "hippie years" of the '60s...people searched
for the 'Magic Mushroom,  sometimes even from a dealer............................

5) Often these hippie people drove fancy vans/buses................

6) Often, after ingestion, this led to what was referred to as a "trip", some good some bad......

7) A serious attempt was made to make these things 'legal' ............................

8) Some as you can see thought that it was 'good' medicine to blow their minds with this fungus...........

9) As always the search continues to this day.................................

But the most important thing to remember about this wonderful fungus is the saying
it has brought to the world.."I am like a mushroom, kept in the dark and fed bullshit"
This is the life of the mushroom....I think I need one!

HUH?

It has been awhile since I last posted....as I'm sure my faithful reader has noticed.  LOL!
I have been struggling with the age old questions that seem to plague all of us at one time or 
another. I have noticed that the older I get the more often I am searching for the answer to
the following.........

Sometimes you have to go to extremes to see if you can locate the answer to that one.........

Alas and alack, much to the detriment of our collective egos, we are even forced to ask for.....

Much to our (my) chagrin at times I even need to just throw up my hands and give in to ask for
some assistance...................

There are even times when I ask the following.............................................

That I was so eagerly searching for.....that starts a whole nother path to struggle down.....
I'm sure that you have been there at one time or another, so you should understand that at
times in the midst of a search it dawns on you that you kinda, sorta, just for a minute or two,
forgot what it was you were searching for......................................................

Then for no reason that I can understand the subject of your search will 'pop' back into your head...

After all of that has transpired...I don't even want to go into the time it has taken, but you start
asking yourself......................................................................................

Now, that, my friend is really the question.....if you have been successful in searching , then
finding, now you ask yourself...."just why did I need this?"

Well, now that we have cleared all of this up I suppose I can now get on with the business
at hand....................does  anyone  remember  what  that  was?

SNAIL MAIL

Like it or not, we live in an age of instant gratification....especially when it comes to communications.
For many, many years we relied on the U.S.P.S. to keep us informed of all things that were important
like invitations, letters from loved ones, holiday greetings, birthday cards (hopefully full of money) bills, 
late notices, and lawsuits.

Well, I'm sorry to say, no matter how I feel about the mail system....I love it, and am going to
sorely miss it when it all disappears.......there are a few of us out there that are not happy with the
current level of service..one of whom shall remain unnamed!

When sending packages, of great importance, I might add, we rely on.............................................

The purveyor of these services would like to be thought of like this..............................................

When in some peoples minds they are thought of more like this..................................................

In fact I just received a package yesterday, but it was not discovered until this morning, of course after
a snowfall of over six inches.  It kinda looked like this......................................................................

Thankfully the contents were unharmed by staying out in the freezing storm, I just hope that the
pony express rider and his horse faired better and got to a warm place for the night.

I love you, United States Post Office!..........................................................

The Mothly Crew

The time has come to tell you of the adventures of Minton and his motley family crew.
I suppose I should tell you that I am indeed a fan of his and wear this in his honor.......

Minton started out normally, just like most good little moths..........

He was born into a fairly normal family of like creatures...........

They liked to call themselves "The Mothly Crew"........as you can see they really liked to party......... 

        ........................................the leader of course was Mintons mother, Mable...

She was a closet queen and could spot woolen garments hanging in any closet for miles around.......

Minton also had sisters, Martha, Molly and Marsha, who tended to lead little Minton astray. 
But Minton grew up strong and carried the biggest load in the family, namely the moth balls...........................

They were so family oriented and proud of their heritage that they kept pictures of their ancestors.......

One night, Minton's family decided to investigate the local sweater factory that dear mother Mable had spotted...Oh, they had a good time and the results were celebrated.....................................

Well...celebrated by the Motley Crew of moths, I suppose.  Just about when they were having a
wonderful time....someone spotted a light....was it a flame?..............................................

 

Everyone got excited and gathered around.....................Even long lost cousins and friends...............

Two of Minton's cousin's never recovered from their destructive ways and went on to become the 
dreaded Mothra Twins.............................................................................

Now there is a Moral to this story of the Mothra Family..................................................

“The Moth don't care when he sees The Flame.
He might get burned, but he's in the game.
And once he's in, he can't go back, he'll
Beat his wings 'til he burns them black...
No, The Moth don't care when he sees The Flame. . .
The Moth don't care if The Flame is real,
'Cause Flame and Moth got a sweetheart deal.
And nothing fuels a good flirtation,
Like Need and Anger and Desperation...
No, The Moth don't care if The Flame is real. . . ”
― Aimee Mann

The End..................................................................................................................................