Blah, Blah, Blah… Blah… Blah… Blah, Blah

Blah, Blah, Blah… Blah… Blah… Blah, Blah
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee


   Blah, Blah, Blah… Blah…Blah… Blah, Blah


Blah, blah, blah… blah, blah… blah, blah, blah. I know you are wondering what this is all about.


Well, there is a commercial that’s begun to come on tv. The distinguished gentleman is sitting at his desk, up in some high-rise office building.

It’s late in the evening… he is looking out over the city.
It’s dusk… the night-lights are twinkling everywhere the eye can see. I felt the ‘peace, quiet’ as I looked, trying to see through his eyes. His office was dimly lit by the lights.


As he looks out the huge windows, he begins to say… ‘blah, blah, blah’… looks around, and says, ‘blah, blah, blah… blah, blah… blah’.


So, why am I writing about this commercial? Because, I love it. I just love that he is so, relaxed… looking around saying, ‘blah, blah, blah… blah, blah… blah’.


I don’t know any other way, or have any other reason to tell you ‘why’… I love this commercial, other than what I've just written. :)))


Blah, blah, blah… blah… blah… blah, blah.