My WANDering Mind

By Jim Hagarty
2017

I wish I could remember the days when I had a memory.

People tell me, it is a handy thing to have. And I believe them.

I was building a skating rink in the backyard and needed a new water wand. So I went to the hardware store and bought a nice one for $20. The first night I used it, I left it outside and it froze to death. Hooked to the hose, it blew water in 25 directions at once, like fireworks.

So, back to the hardware store where I bought the same water wand. Another $20.

Come spring, the rink was long gone. One day I was cleaning up the garage, and there I found the broken water wand. So I put it out with the garbage.

Unfortunately, I had already discarded the broken one shortly after its demise, apparently.

So, I threw out the good one too, thinking it was the dud, that I had already junked.

And now it’s skating rink time again. I just got back from the hardware store with my third water wand. But the hardware store owner saw me coming, I guess, cause he put the price up to $27.

Yes, it’s true. My mind tends to WANDer.

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.