Gotta dig

Today’s word from Cyranny is TREASURE.

I like anagrams, and whenever an idea doesn’t come to me quickly after reading a prompt word (and sometimes even when it does – which it sometimes does) I turn to anagrams.

So treasure made me think of pirates or love and I didn’t want to write about either one so I looked for an anagram and found Rear Suet.

Rear Suet.

Or “Fat Ass”.

Mirror, mirror, beautiful glass, please don’t tell me that’s my ass!

So now – even though it’s cloudy and rainy and thunderstorms are on the way and it’s Sunday and I’m comfortable at the computer and I suddenly have all sorts of “Treasure” things to write about and I know I have something on DVR that I HAVE to watch, I have to go to the gym.

On the cover of Bill Watterson’s “There’s Treasure Everywhere” book there’s a Calvin and Hobbes strip where Calvin is digging a hole and he tells Hobbes that he’s looking for buried treasure. When he tells Hobbes that he’s found some rocks and dirty roots and worms, Hobbes breaks into a big smile and marvels over what Calvin has found on just his first try. “There’s treasure everywhere,” says Calvin.

Who better than Calvin to remind us of what it is to be human.

I miss Calvin and Hobbes.

What’s the difference between a pirate and a cranberry farmer? A pirate buries his treasure, but a cranberry farmer treasures his berries.