Random thoughts, life lessons, hopes and dreams
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 )
queer the pitch : to spoil a deal (1901) 
scammered : tipsy ( 1840 )
slang-tree : a stage (1850-1950)
Lilly-slang-tree : ( I made this one up ; no meaning ; 2013 )
I’ve been using WordPress for well over 5 years. For the most part, I really like it. I had been using Blogger before coming here, and the experience in this community has been better than I thought a blogging experience could be. Of course, you’re the reason for that. WordPress is a good place to... Continue Reading →
First things first. You see, I don’t post on Sundays. Second, because what’s the point of saying ‘first’ first if there isn’t a second? Second, I don’t post twice in the same day. When Linda released the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, on Friday, I already had Saturday’s post written, edited – which Linda doesn’t... Continue Reading →
“Hi Cheryl, did he leave already?” “Nope, he hasn’t been in all week.” “That’s weird. Oh well, I guess I’ll start without him.” “House Lager?” “Yeah.” “Here ya go. I’ll be sure to tell your buddy how concerned you were.” “It’s a guy thing, Cheryl. It’s not that I don’t care. It’s more like I... Continue Reading →
