I was stopped at the stop light the other day in my little white Toyota, and a woman was crossing the street in front of me. I noticed she was wearing one blue glove. Of course, this sent my mind spinning with wonder. Why was she wearing only one blue glove? Had she lost the other one? Was only one hand cold? And really, why would she be wearing any, it was hot out. Maybe it was a fashion statement, like with Joe wearing depends. Maybe she is a Michael Jackson fan?
But then it hit me, she is a piece of a puzzle. The piece that asks you to find the woman wearing one blue glove. Like finding Waldo in one of those pictures, you know. And if you find her, you will figure out yet another piece of your life. And then be presented with yet another puzzle piece. And each time you uncover one piece of the puzzle, in some seridipitous moment, some part of your life that is tangled up in confusion, relaxes and unfolds and and explains itself.
I know what you're asking yourself, is she stoned?
Well, no, and I don't know why.
The end.


by yours truley,
Tumbles