Hands.........

Hands.....

Touchin' hands......

Reachin' out......

Touching me.. touchin' you......

(Uh huh, good times never seemed so good...   SO GOOD, SO GOOD, SO GOOD!)

A little diddy, about a blogger and hands.. two wierd things, doin' the best they can.......

Handshakes are weird, different... sometimes eerie, sometimes even, "oh crap, he's gonna break a bone in my hand." (That's what I say when I see my buddy who works in concrete all day.  He means well, I, my hands suffer.  His 'always there' smile mebbe helps a bit.)

ISpy.  For whatever reason, in a land long ago and far away (ie, prolly Fulton, MO, mebbe Jeff City, MO).. some redheaded snotnose thought it would be funny to stick out an open hand when a family picture was taken.  Became a stupid tradition, but, it occasionally brought laughter, so, redheaded snotnose continued doing it.  Sorry, kinda.

Hands, a Jewel of a story.  Victor, bragging is not an attractive thing.  Jane, you ignorant slut, (sorry, kinda) I was talking about the singer Jewel and the story behind the song "Hands."

Before Jewel wrote the song, she experienced kidney troubles which kept her from working... got her fired in job after job - which, led to poverty, and ultimately, homelessness.  She stole food simply to survive, but, worried that might lead her to steal more expensive items.  One day she eyeballed a nifty sundress through the store window.. went inside, picked it up, was gonna try it on, steal it................. but then.......

"I had the price tag in my hand and it was one of those moments in my life, like a lightning bolt struck me, it was $39.99 and I thought "when did I lose faith in myself? When did I start thinking that I can't earn $40 for myself?"

Victor how do you know all that crap?  It was in Wiki, sorry, forgot to mention the source. 

slap my hand.  Tweren't long after she wrote "Hands"... deducting 'my hands would be 

better off writing songs than stealing dresses. 

Cousin Darrell and his hand. (Must be something wierd about our family and the hand 

thing.) Anyways, Darrell is the only person I've ever met that can actually clap, one-handed. Damndest thing you've ever seen.  I'm a pickin' (holding hand out in pictures) and He's a 

grinnin' (clapping one-handed as he does.)

Out of hand....... reminds me of my early teaching days......  Bite the hand that feeds... reminds me,

when i lived the cubicle life, phone rang, boss on other end... "We you sleeping?"  NO. (I was.)

A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.  Take what you're sure of, at your grasp, versus risky

what might be.  Rare is the time I get ahead at the casino, and even rarer, when, if I am, the saying 

"Pigs get fat, hogs get slaughtered" is taken to heart, to the cashier cage, to my car.

I gotta hand it to you Victor..... OK, I'll go for a hand out.

An almost relative (That's when they're living in sin) asked 'Can you lend a hand?" Had a 20' by 8' 

deck in the back of his house, wanted to double the size, making it 20' by 16'.  "Ok, but hammers don't

fit my hands.. I'll be happy to feed real carpenters the boards when they need 'em." He agreed, we did,

they built.  Afterwhich, we told him, as his deck was now doubled in size, "You're gonna have to get

more friends now."

Victor, you're weird, that we've gathered.. but, we ain't no stinkin' palm readers, where's all this hand 

crap going?

I'll try to explain.  I actually wanted to do a blog on kindness.  I looked up phrases using the word 

kind, and "It takes all kinds" came up.  Yes, there can be negative connotation to that, but I'm talking the good definition here....... as in, diversity. Diverse personalities, opinions and

abilities. It takes a village.  Acceptance of others. Big hands, little hands, different color hands, helping

hands, in good hands, the kindness of a handshake, even if you are a hod carrier (that's a tool used to

carry materials to make concrete, thus, enabling you to have a handshake to break blogger hands 

when you shake them.

Grandma's hands.  Wisdom. Loyalty.  Tree rings. Bill Withers. Oh Bill Withers.  Kindness, hands.

Grandma's hands. Lean on me. Lovely day.

So......... hands......... kindness....  and I guess choice would fit in there somewhere.  We can choose to 

be kind, or not.  We can chose to lend a hand, pat on the back, help someone up, or not.

You hear............... ok, at least maybe I hear, connotations about how key kindness is in making a

relationship, be it lover, friend, coworker, neighborhood, town, State, Country, World., great.

Handshakes and hugs.  Our choice. If only Bill were here to write another song about that.

Maybe Jewel can, or, Mr. Diamond. Good times.  Harmony in a World of difference, kindness

sprinkled on top. We need it. Always

Love, Victurd