September
First leaves are turning. My birthday is tomorrow. A hawk cries, “Late! Late!”
First leaves are turning. My birthday is tomorrow. A hawk cries, “Late! Late!”
Religion I spent a good many of my childhood mornings squirming in Protestant pews. My parents were WASPs, and church attendance was part of the WASPian routine.. Dad just went to church for weddings and funerals; he was a gambler, and believed only in Lady Luck, who sometimes even behaved like a lady for him.
The Whangdoodle 1. An imaginary creature of undefined character; a bugbear. 2. One that whangs excessively, loudly and angrily complaining about stuff and nonsense, poppycock, and frippery. 3. A person one does not wish to mention. 4. A wingnut Republican politician.
After all, I am, I think. But there is only So much to think of.
You say you don’t want vaccination. Well, you know, You’re on your way to being dead. You say you want to save the nation. Well, you know, You better change your ways instead. And if you are one of those people with minds that hate, Well, all I can tell you is lately you’re out
Tragedy is when I cut my finger. Comedy is when you fall into an open sewer and die. – Mel Brooks If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, You obviously don’t understand the situation. – Kipling’s “If, Schmiff”
Tragedy is when I cut my finger. Comedy is when you fall into an open sewer and die. – Mel Brooks
I sit on the porch on a brisk day in autumn listening to the wind.
Petrichor is what the grass smells like when the sun chases off the rain.
My cats do nothing superbly. They are as good at doing something.