Humidity was stifling. “IT” had rained nearly every day or night. Was this the way aging crept up on us? The same conditions year-after-year, our ability to cope decreased proportionately.
Why was the word ‘IT’ given so much importance? Weren’t there other, two-letter words of equal value? “Well, ‘IT’ happened.” “That was the way ‘IT’ came and went.” Sometimes I wished “IT” would go away.
My front porch, purple New Guinea impatiens, succumbed from lack of water during my absence. Three plastic jugs of water left–no more than two feet away.
Watering instructions left with a neighbor, were all for naught. Don’t know why “IT” happened. My rebellious nature suggested bright orange and yellow, dollar store replacements. The irony of “IT” would likely be wasted. “IT” was, what “IT” was. Just stop “IT!”
“Put some elbow grease into it,” really meant putting more effort into a task. It’s a strange expression, if taken literally. What was elbow grease? Where did the expression originate? Did well-lubricated elbows function more efficiently?
“Your eyes were bigger than your stomach.” An expression that went along with, “waste not, want not.” Don’t take something if you don’t really want it. How could someone’s eyes be bigger, than one’s stomach? What a freak show that would be.
“If it thundered in December, it would snow in May.” An old bromide from my Midwestern roots. It did occasionally snow in April, rarely in May. The point was, December thunder and lightning storms, were weird. It was supposed to snow in December.
“Blue racer snakes would chase you.” I never had it happen to me–that was the legend. Also, if the snake was cut into pieces, left for dead; it would come back together overnight, and slither away.
Chickens weren’t exactly the brainiacs of the barnyard. It was alleged, that if one got a chicken to stand still, and a line was drawn in the dirt, the chicken would stand still, mesmerized.
Good luck charms: Rabbit’s feet, horseshoes, four-leaf clovers–how did these come to be regarded as good luck charms? Some people had “lucky shirts.” …Lucky colors, …Lucky days. I guess just about anything could be a good luck charm–if we wanted it to be. One thing’s for sure, the rabbit charm, wasn’t lucky for the rabbit.
Stayed up all night
That’s not right
Haven’t a thing to write
Snored like a buzz saw
Write more meaningless drivel?
You could write about keeping me awake?
Who’d want to read about that?
Probably everyone with noisy bed partners
Have you ever wondered why wayward wanderers were wayward?
What’s to gain from protesting intolerance by being intolerant?
Why does my nose itch when carving a roasted chicken or turkey?
Will there ever be a Fat & Furious franchise–if so, I’m in?
Today was National Middle Child Day, but nobody knew about it.
Why do Windows updates always take out my favorite things?
Are the roads not taken still available?
Why not drink the last drop first-wouldn’t that make it last longer?
Are introverts innies or outies?
Throughout the ages, things were named
Things did what things were intended to do
Sometimes same things had different names
Some people had couches in their living rooms
Others insisted they were davenports
Diehards argued for davinettes
They’d be davinettes, till the day they died
No matter–they were still the same things
Served the same purposes
Some didn’t like current names for things
They preferred different, new “thing” names
New names–for the same old things
Other than being confusing for those familiar
With the old names, things still did the same things
In spite of changes in their nomenclature