Big Frank does not want to create the impression that he is not as trapped by clichés as others. What's good for the goose is good for the gander, right? He does avoid them like the plague, but it is easier said than done. So let's start the conversation. This narrative may be clichéd; but hey - Big Frank is a work in progress.His life is nothing to boast about. You know what I mean. Like, you could say that the facts speak for themselves. Big Frank now lives with his daughter – a joy and a delight. When all is said and done she could be said to be the apple of his eye, but let's not confuse apples with oranges. Is that a red herring? Be that as it may we are happy as two peas in a pod. It should come as no surprise that she’s heading off to college. If the truth be told, the time is ripe. However, there is another side to the coin, but who wants to dwell in the past. In any case, tomorrow is another day. What will be, will be: life is a journey. But Big Frank might just be in denial. Maybe he just doesn't get it. In any case, it is what it is, . . . or else not.
Big Frank could hardly believe his eyes when he took the plunge and got a house with a yard last year. There is no place like home. Don’t get Big Frank wrong, living there is probably the right thing to do. So far so good; but if truth be told it is easier said than done. Keeping up a yard is not all it is cracked up to be. There is no question in his mind that the time was ripe, but God only knows what will come of it. Sure there are second thoughts, but who wants to make a mountain out of a molehill. To hammer home the point: the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence, literally and figuratively (don't go there). Nonetheless, by fits and starts the lawn is coming in, but what will come of it: that’s the $64,000 question? Big Frank sometimes wonders if he bit off more than he can chew. I mean he doesn't want to be OC about this (who died and left him in charge?); still he’s keeping his fingers crossed and has a back-up plan - as if!. Where there’s a will there’s a way: just hunker down and do it, do it do it. By the same token Rome wasn’t built in a day. Still getting down to brass tacks, Big Frank is looking to get closure on this soon so he can move on.
All work and no play makes Big Frank a dull boy, and so he does go cycling from time to time. It’s one way to keep body and soul together. Granted sometimes the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak. Just do it - is the name of the game; that's a no-brainer for sure. Big Frank is of the opinion that, day in and day out, exercising is medicine for the soul (or is it self-medicating?). Still talk is cheap and the proof is in the pudding, which is why you often find Big Frank is the saddle, as it were.
What part of cliche do you not understand? Hel–LO: it’s not rocket science. Whatever . . .
3 comments:
It's amazing that such a jumble of metaphors from such a variety of historical practices make as much sense as they do.
What you wrote one of these paragraphs using original metaphors of your own devising? Would it mean more, or less?
The fact that it makes as much sense as it does shows that the incidents and situations that Big Frank refers to are identifiable. However, beyond that how Big Frank actually feels is really a mystery - the reader can refer to the "bromides" - the cut and paste cliche referrals, but beyond that - who knows? As for your second question - Big Frank thinks that one paragraph of his own devising - devoid of the cliche (insofar as that is possible), with homegrown metaphors would show something about how Big Frank actually felt.
Ah, the empty next syndrome will hit you over the head. But this,too, shall pass.
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