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Never a Bad Time for a Good Shut-Up, Mom Says


I have been known to be an irritant to friends and family(the few that I see). Right brain always fishing, a puzzle to twist, a code to crack. To friends and family(the few that I see) I offer all the wrong help: a puzzle to twist, a code to crack. What must they think I mean? I offer all the wrong help, disintegrating their serial miseries. What must they think I mean? I check their homework. Disintegrating their serial miseries, they protest with personal computation. I check their homework like they asked for it. They protest with personal computation, like I wish that I could do-- like they asked for it. My solution is even easier, like I wish that I could do, when I hear an intriguing complaint. My solution is even easier: I just smile and nod and listen. When I hear an intriguing complaint, left brain always swelling, I just smile and nod and listen-- known to be an irritant mostly in my mind.
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