Pickles by Brian Crane for June 13, 2018

Think I know of a fat whale who’s about to get harpooned.

You should be glad she never learned harpooning Earl, you’d be her first target.

What do you mean? She harpooned Earl long ago!

my mother — bless her soul — was a harpist

Are you sure the correct term isn’t “harpie”?

You really should be out of range when you make a comment like that.

Harpoonist with a harp? Why did suddently a Wile Coyote picture popped up in my mind?

You’ll get your chance to play the harp very soon, Opal.

She does tend to harp on about things.

“DIE, MOBY DICK!”

Opal does look a bit like Harpo Marx.

Maybe she was a harpoonist and then she lived her life over and now she’s Opal.

At least he didn’t say she would be playing a harp soon enough in heaven.

Women are angels – they never have an earthly thing to wear, they are always flying off the handle, and they are usually harping on something.

Nailed it.

People learn to parachute when they are over ninety. Your life isn’t over until you have decided that it all happened in the past— and you have lots of time to learn to play a harp, or whatever else you didn’t have time to do when you had to work, raise kids, etc.

Never too old to learn! The harp isn’t as hard as you think, and even beginner pieces sound lovely.

I returned to learning how to play the guitar at – ahem – a little past 65 (okay, a little further than just a “little past”). I engaged a teacher at a local music store, take lessons regularly, and oddly enough I am able to pink and plunk a few things that are dangerously close to sounding like real music. While I’m more than aware that I shall never be another Jimmy Hendrix or Chet Atkins, I enjoy it tremendously playing for an audience of one – myself.

Everyone seems so high strung today! Chord & dischord! :>)