Spread your tiny wings and fly away…
And take the snow back with you
Where it came from on that day
And if I could you know that I would
Fly away with you
Southward, they flee
From cold and snow
In larger numbers
Than the year before
Checkout lines stretch
From here to eternity
Almost an impossibility
Can’t complain, I’m afraid
A few years back–this
Snow bird came and stayed
For normal, nine to fivers, this is the beginning of the weekend. In this household it’s the beginning of madness associated with preparations for entertaining house guests, or leaving for a trip out-of-town. The madness is the same.
Everything is topsy-turvy for days on end. Planning in detail for sleeping accommodations, menus, activities, home decor updates–and, on and on.
That’s just inside the house. The yard and patio also have to be perfect.
To keep my sanity–comic relief in the form of headlines, then highlights from my spam folder.
- Two well-known celebrities were rescued from an elevator. A revolving door would have been funnier.
- A person that’s been in the headlines a lot this year, was questioned about their aloof appearance. Perhaps fewer goofy questions from reporters might have helped?
- There’s, yet another, new portrayal of the late Colonel Sanders. The real Colonel, founder of KFC, rests in a cemetery plot. Should there be any doubt, KFC, is still Kentucky Fried Chicken–the original Colonel’s secret recipe, with eleven herbs and spices.
In spite of fierce competition, there was a winner. My spam folder took on, an even more, international flavor. There were two entries written in Chinese characters, two in Spanish, one in Portuguese.
Jacelyn–if that is indeed the person’s real name? It didn’t matter, anyway. A verbal barrage, attempted to flatter; sucker me into clicking on a specific URL, took up almost an entire page.
Rarely have I seen such an extreme case of verbal diarrhea, that had no beginning, no end, and nothing in the middle.