Something Stunning

My back yard is a splendrous place at night!

At first, Flamingo's attacked our annual Christmas Party. They were the most fought for gift in the heated swap meet; so many times, the prize stayed home with me. Some Christmas's, the flamingo...excuse me, the Flamingo...was ensnared by another; on those occasions, I wept.

Next, a Flamingo crashed our actual Christmas. It seemed fitting, and seemed to fit right in. After all, the rumor is that I was born and raised in Florida. I'm not buying it--pretty sure I was adopted from somewhere North, like Burlington, Vermont or Buffalo, NY or Greenland. Explains my innate love of winter and all things cold. Still, there's no escaping that I grew up in Florida. And, though I couldn't escape the state soon enough, as I'm allergic to heat and humidity, I did bring with me a fascination with that symbol of the Great State of Florida, the Flamingo.

And now one glows in my back yard! The dark is dispelled, as are all worries and cares, when I look upon the solar powered splendidness of the Flamingo.

Maybe that oughta be a mantra for life. I could add it to my list of Stuhlisms that I share with patients. I could even hand out glow Flamingo's to some, and see if those patients heal sooner. But that would be expensive, and my book sales are not up to the task yet. So, I'll simply suggest that they find their own wonderful pink antidepressant, and wait for them to thank me later.

May your worries, cares and sadness be put aside, in the glow of the wonderful and all powerful Pink Flamingo.

At least, may you find your own Pink Flamingo.

A good week to everyone.