The Middle

From the Middle of Nowhere
to  You

How am I today?  I'd say I'm fair to middlin'.  Somewhere in the middle between fine and okay.  I grew up in the middle west, so I know something about hot and cold and middle temps.  I grew up in the lower middle class.  I also have always had to watch my middle.  It may be mean but its the middle that people watch.  And I have to admit I did not know that to "middle the said" is a nautical term for folding it.  In Middle English middle was spelled middel.  I was feeling stuck in the middle with you, until I learned the Stealers Wheel classic was co-written by the group's guitarist Gerry Rafferty and keyboard player Joe Egan, not Bob Dylan!  

Okay, why is this muddle writing about the middle in all its forms?  Middle this, and middle that,  middle left and middle right.  Middle middle middle.  Middle ages, middle men, middle names, Middlemarch.   I have to admit my reason is right smack in the middle of rational thought and pure insanity.  You see, if you repeat middle over and over it quickly loses meaning.  Middle middle middle.  The cat and the fiddle.  Harry Potter in the middle of the muddles.  Oh, and that cat with his fiddle might piddle right in the middle of a riddle with no time to diddle.

Okay, I have beat this to death I suppose.  This is the end of the week, not the, (dare I say it?), middle.  Best time to be silly I say.  So like the chicken who stood in the middle of the road because she didn't know which way to go and had no good reason to cross,  I am between and betwixt in the middle of a whimsical rant.   And I hope you enjoyed the trip into the heart of the middle 

There was a little girl,

            Who had a little curl,

Right in the middle of her forehead.

            When she was good,

            She was very good indeed,

But when she was bad she was horrid.

---HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW