By Bill Williams

 

It was Saturday morning and we had just come in from Panera’s. Rainy. Dreary. They said it was rain. It might have been rain, but it was hard to tell. We hadn’t seen enough rain during summer to wet a flea’s tongue.21cat and plaque

I listen to echoes of the song again. It’s a Beatles song, on the radio, it’s a great song:

When I find myself in times of trouble

Mother Mary comes to me

Speaking words of wisdom, let it be

And in my hour of darkness

She is standing right in front of me

Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.

 

My glance falls on a framed item fixed up rather nicely and there’s a line at the top that reads:

GREATER GROUCHES OF AMERICA

My mind does a little jig and settles on the next line:

The Society for people who were born in a bad mood and continues:

Do hereby proclaim and certify

And then it names me: Bill Williams

So…there you have it.

Somebody back there on February, 10, 1984, paid good money to get me enrolled in a reputable questionable  organization and affixed two signatures that look like “Chuck Ayers” and something else.  Can’t tell what.

I find it good to sit down and ponder. When there is nothing else to do, I ponder. Have you tried that? Pondering.

The Beatles break into my silence:

“Let it be, let it be

“Let it be, let it be.”

 

The cat that hangs around our abode strolls through as if she owns the place. She likes The Beatles.

I read to her part of the Greater Grouches inscription (She loves to be read to):

It says that I am “a member in good standing and thereby has a right to argue, beef, bitch, complain, criticize, grumble, gripe, grunt, moan, nag, needle, wheedle, whine, snarl, sneer, snort, snub, do-in, dump-on, put-down, hack off, cuss-out, and generally express a grouchy attitude to or about anybody that he or she deems necessary.”

That’s where you find two of the finest-looking signatures in the English language and part of Spanish. Chuck Ayers signs on as president of GGOA and the undecipherable one is chairman of the board.

I watch the cat as she pushes and shoves that old selfie photo that I made months ago. I made it when I listened to the next-to-the-last verse of after-shower music, and the picture is where the cat wants it to be:

 

And when the night is cloudy

There is still a light that shines on me.

Shine on until tomorrow, let it be

I wake up to the sound of music

Mother Mary comes to me

Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.

 

Amen, brother, and…so, let it be.