I'm a little teapot

I'm a little teapot!

What can I write today that you or someone might find useful?

Well, that approach works sometimes, but lately, I have to just start typing and sharing and then it just sneaks up on me. Personally, I would rather have more CONTROL of it. But I know it’s probably useful training, so I just endure it and marvel at it, when I’m not too lazy or distracted. Oh I’m a little teapot, short and stout Here is my handle, and there is my spout. . .lol And I spout, and I spout, and I spout. . . Hey! Be careful! . . . Whatcha doin there with my handle! I always worry about that more than I should. . . I really should worry more about my spouting, and less about my handle getting messed with. But I don’t. I worry more about getting lifted up and moved around. Just normal USAGE I suppose, but I haven’t ever got used to it enough to feel I don’t need to brace myself.

But the touch of the master’s hand is sure. I suppose if someone else had opportunity to screw with me like this, I would have plenty to worry about. Fortunately they don’t. 50 year old brewed tea, or freshly chopped and boiled stuff, what will it be today?

I guess I just have to POUR MYSELF OUT a little bit MORE here, and see if maybe I can stain your teeth or something. . . I wonder if I am less hard work to deal with now, than I was, say 20 years ago? Yes, I think so. Heck, I’ve learned lots of cool new stuff in just the last year.

lol. I can make way bigger messes now. . . but I think maybe that happens less often too. I would like to think age accounts for something, you know? Tasty tea perhaps. But I’m supposed to think about writing shorter blogs. . . I guess not everybody drinks from a big cup here.

And, maybe this is all of me that will fit into some cups. . . ? (Whoa! . . There's an awkward graphic. . . ) Better not over do it. I’ll stew about it some more, till I warm up and whistle again.