You are the “App” for that.

The phrase “there’s an App for that” is often used humorously to imply that anything you want or imagine can be managed or brought into being by a smart-phone App, a small software program in effect.

But we all know, I hope you know, that for some things you just have to do, or at least control, the style choices, design and decisions.

One of the reasons that people say everyone has value is that it is true.

And that is why in some cases you

are

the App !

Susceptible to inputs.

The temperature, the smells and aromas, the humidity, the sounds – for us these are all inputs.

A joke told in a serious voice can sometimes be funnier than one in an imitation Donald Duck voice.

Hearing people on the table behind us in a restaurant speaking in a foreign language, can remind of the illusion of being, in a game-playing childish way, a spy on a mission, when all you really need do is reply to the waiter’s question “rice or potatoes with that?”.

The illusion of connection is not always untrue, and it is what we all aim for.

Taming a spear of asparagus is not beneficial in normal terms.

Yet, you could become known as the Asparagus Tamer.

Specialization deserves a bit of laughter and fun.

If everybody had letters after their name, we would probably ask what the letters meant every time we met someone for the first time.

A reviewer of hotels could be Frank Trotter, FROHS – Fellow of the Reviewers of Hotels Society.

Is this any less valid than what exists now!?

Yours, TPWWTST – The Person Who Writes These Strange things.

Before the moment of arrival it all seems good.
And, it is.

Just that sometimes changing pace from the rhythm and breathlessness of the journey, to a more suitable resting of our eyes on one object and lingering upon it, and then another, and giving that some time and attention, this can take an unexpected adjustment. Arriving means changing.

As a tea ceremony must take its slow time, yet doing that with full involvement and attention after dancing to rhythmic funky music – it’s seemingly hard.

I will dance at many different paces for different times and places.

They smiled when they shook your hand.

The ladies kissed cheeks, both of them, so lightly. no-one knew.

The cats curled up on bookcases, divans and side counters.

The cars were being brought round to the front awaiting their proud owners, who pretended not to consider their pedigree machines which were worth more than most houses, as anything more valuable than an automatically opening umbrella.

Down the road licensed witches cast spells which would change the course of the world.

And those with the biggest smiles lived to be a hundred years old.