Blankety Blank

By Jim Hagarty
2016
I walked up to the counter in the decorating store to buy a can of paint. “What colour?” the woman asked. “I don’t know. My mind is a blank.” She started mixing my paint. “Wait a minute,” I said. “What are you giving me?” She turned towards me, “You asked for My Mind Is A Blank.” Turns out, that is the name of the off-white paint colour I had been using and was exactly what I wanted. Glad I didn’t say, “I feel like crap.”

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.