Something to ponder

I don’t know if I am AmeliaJake or if I am someone posting as AmeliaJake. I’m serious. I didn’t make up AmeliaJake although I pulled the name out of parts of my mind; AmeliaJake was always there. I think she still is. Of course, she is, but I believe AJ has taken a look at my life at this time and said, “Hey, Jody, you got it.”

Well, that’s a Hell of a note. What am I going to do standing here with this bag of life by myself? I think I need to shake AmeliaJake up a bit and insist she get some backbone and hold up her side of the bag. Or perhaps AmeliaJake was shaking me up because she felt I had left her holding the bag?

And out of the blue, I wonder: Bag? Paper or plastic?

Yes, I am incorrigible, but it comes so naturally. And to keep the record straight, the bag would be a nice sturdy cloth one.

So I guess the pondering is over? Pretty short-lived, I’d say. Can a “ponder” be quick or does it imply a length of time and bewildered angst – whatever that is? So I probably never pondered or, more likely, I am in a stage of pondering, going back and forth with who is holding the bag. Well, let’s hope neither of us drops it.