This might seem more appropriate to November (when we in the US celebrate Thanksgiving) than June, but I think you’ll understand. I am going to be giving myself some time off this summer. I’m trying hard to not let blogging seem like work, and that normally happens on Sunday, as I try to prepare Monday’s... Continue Reading →
If you’ve come for the doors, you should know two things, 1) Norm is taking the day off, but 2) of course there will be doors. But first, I want to take a few moments to thank two special people in the universe that is WordPress – Norm Frampton, and Linda G. Hill. Norm, of... Continue Reading →
I plan to be quiet here, and to reduce my time on WordPress today and tomorrow. I’ll be back with a one-liner on Wednesday, and I’ll rejoin you at your places then. Note: I’m giving you the gift of time, perhaps only a few seconds, but I’m closing comments for this post.
Mondays are the hardest days for me and this blog. I like posting on Monday, because it avoids having too many posts in a row. Also, since I usually have abundant free time on Friday and Saturday nights (that’s the way I like it, by the way) I have plenty of time to research and... Continue Reading →
If we were having a beer, you’d be the one who is late. “Hi Cheryl. No sign of the old man yet?” “Nope. That’s OK. Whenever he’s here before you, he grumbles about your being late.” “Well, I won’t be grumbling. And I won’t be waiting, I’ll have a Brooklyn.” “I had anticipated that. Brooklyn... Continue Reading →
Yes, but a short one. Today is the second time I’ve published six blog posts in a row. It’s really not my style, and Maddie thinks I need to spend more time walking, sitting or lying on the couch with her. So, I’m going to skip the usual, kinda-sorta-somewhat-serious thing that I try to do... Continue Reading →
If I know my regular readers, they’ve been expecting this post. Initially, I thought I’d hang on to it until winter and surprise you with a blast from the past set of bright sunny summer doors. I can’t. I just can’t. I see these photos in my folders and I just want to share them.... Continue Reading →
I am reblogging this post from the Cherished Blogfest, but this is not your ordinary reblog. Ordinary reblogs allow you add a little bit of introductory text and then WordPress controls the division, linking, etc. I wanted more control. As you will see, the Cherished Blogfest is tangled up with the the We Are The World... Continue Reading →
You’ll have to visit Dan’s (the other Dan) page to understand this:
Taking him with you is to pull the devil by the tail. The last time I took him along, he was so scammered, he queered the pitch. Up on the slang-tree when sober, he’s good-as-good. But, after a few pops from the flicker, he’s prone to lash and you might end up in the company of a cossack threatening to smash him in the head-rails and tie him up with the devil’s guts, at which point, he’ll be as close to you as a clinger on the lily-slang-tree.
Fun, albeit unintentional writing prompt.
clinger : a female dancing very close to her partner (1890)
cossack : a policeman (1850s)
pull the devil by the tail : to take a risk of ruin (ca. 1750)
the devil’s guts : a surveyor’s chain (1670s – 1700s)
flicker : a drinking glass (1700s)
good as good : extremely good ( 1850 )
head-rails : the teeth (nautical ; 1785)
lash : violence ( Australian ; 1916 )
scammered : tipsy ( 1840 )
slang-tree : a stage (1850-1950)
Lilly-slang-tree : ( I made this one up ; no meaning ; 2013 )