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The Flu Flew
I was cuddled in blankets up to my chin just a few hours earlier, my chest heaving after each volcanic cough. The Flu Siege had snared me, synced with Spring’s weather change, despite my near-hermit ways. The churlish cherry of Luden’s had replaced my favorite Beaujolais. With crumpled Kleenexes as coasters.
Life as a Miracle: Lost and Found
This is the saga of newlyweds to be feted in our home. Their families resided in total in the Boston area and wouldn’t spring for airfare. My husband, Larry, was Ray’s workmate and a stand-up guy and, since the young couple’s chapel wedding would occur on our 7th wedding anniversary, we volunteered to stand-in. The luckiness of coincidence, the brilliance of fate, the quiet and prevailing spirit of God collided with kharma in triune.
It’s the story of lost and found.
Ambivalent America
Ambivalence pervades America. Fear lurks, invading souls. As peers freely espouse hatred – especially those who espouse Christian values of acceptance and love, I long to invoke a freedom to plug my ears. Perhaps that’s why so many younger folk walk about with earbuds…
In fact, divergence of mind set and values was embedded in our country’s DNA. Our founding fathers were a bunch of experimental roustabouts, polarized yet able to work through the schismatic feel.
I feel up-ended, too. Out-of-sync, in the quick sand of change – and not the monetary kind. I am doing my best to adjust to the earthquake shifts of ideation, accelerated way beyond the Mayberry RFD pace which typified tiny town America where I grew up a few over fifty years ago.
Fancy plushitous
Plantar facitis – I have it again.
Oopsy, the shoes I’ve been wearing.
Oopsy, a mash-up of syllables and sounds again.
Co-opetition
Co-opetition is an example of portmanteau, defined by the great linguist Humpty Dumpty as a term that has “two meanings packed up into one word.” May they make you chortle (chuckle + snort) if you don’t find them mimsy (miserable + flimsy).
Humpty Dumpty was a good egg, multi-talented and not scramble-brained. He liked word play as much as I do. Splencandidly better than great.
Boomer Humor Taboo
A recently seen cartoon seems 20,000 leagues under, below the belt literally. I can not imagine the scenario, or see-and-saying this to my husband, for whom we built a pool.
What about you, Constant Reader? What tickles your fancy or your funny bone? Jokes about arthritic knees and/or hips? Slips of the lips? Euphemisms?
Life as a Miracle: Arena Rock
The guttural, low-toned chant of “Br-r-u-u-ce!” chilled me as it reverberated the Coliseum. Lar and I stood in front of folding chairs, among others lined endlessly on the grass field to densely emulate chalk lines. The scene was not the Olympics, for these has passed through LA the year prior. It was not USC football.
Life as a Road Trip Miracle
It was a spectacular summer day in Hoosierland, and we were on the fly. Radio rocking our rental car, zooming at 75 mph on the Interstate, slicing Midwestern humidity like a butter knife.
Closet Case
Swapping out clothes - Winter for Summer wares - an annual rite of Spring. A household cleansing of spirit, re-connecting with my wealth of wear via the mundane. As I sheathed and unsheathed the clothes according to their seasons, repurposing plastic cleaner bags to...
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