Pronoun Paucity

Figured, should write something…been a while.

First thought was to bemoan the fate of the pronoun…as in preceding two sentences, inclusive.

What happened to poor “I” and “My”?

Not good enough to make the cut?

Now I have to add “They’re” to the mix as well.

Some sort of time saving device?

“Its”…join the club.

Don’t have time to waste on useless pronouns.

“We”.

Sighhhhhhhh.

Knumb Knees

We’re just past another holiday weekend; Passover for some and Easter for others.

As I’ve said before, I’m not much on religion, of any kind, these days, but my background and schooling drops me into the latter, Easter category.

I attended Catholic schools right through 12^th grade, so I should be pretty well versed on all of the religious and historical associations connected with it.

And I am…and I respect all of that…but when I was just a kid, living in the land of single digits, it was hard to relate to most of it without the fear and confusion instilled in me by a dozen nuns, cloaked in mysterious garb, possessed with the uncanny ability to see through the back of their habit hidden heads.

A New Spring & a New Mayor…sort of

Here’s a story that ran a week or so ago in my weekly hometown newspaper. It’s a little “spring thing” with a clumsy connection to our recent mayoral election. Most of you won’t’ really relate to the specifics, but, as usual, you can probably just drop in the name of your own hometown as most of our issues are pretty much the same as your issues....   

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Spring is back, right here, in our own backyards.

Not a moment too soon, either.

Winter—just before leaving, just as a reminder—dumped another 4-5 inches on us…just because.

That’s how spiteful this winter was.

Early on, it lulled us into a false sense of contentment, right through the middle of January, and then…boom boom boom.

When March finally rolled in, winter fooled us again with a brief spell of mild temps, along with the heartening sight of grassy green...and then…another boom.

But spring—as is its wont—did arrive, with a reassuring pat on our back and said…

“Don’t worry…I’ve got this…”

From 4/6/12 - Springtime Renewal

Okay...a lot of you have read this one before... twice...maybe three times, now.

You've probably even read this disclaimer more than once, as well.

Anyway, I like to dust this story off around this time of year and spin it out there because I don't have many better ways to turn this message.

So if you've read it before, I hope you enjoy it, again, and for those of you who are new, I hope you enjoy it for the first time...and then again next year and the year after that...and so on and so on....

From 4/6/12:

Click on the link to read:

Springtime Renewal

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Slip Slidin Away

 

The part of daily living I have trouble coming to terms with is that one minute you’re here…and the next minute you’re not…no matter how long you were here in the first place.

Make sense?

Yeah…well, neither does the rest of it.

The first time I recall actually recognizing how fast time was slip slidin away was in the early part of 6^th grade. 

I was sitting in my room, one sunny, Saturday afternoon, being bored, when I should have been out playing basketball or something with my friends.

I liked to be bored back then—not sure why.  My mom would ask me what I was going to do, and I would answer, “Just sit in my room and be bored.”

And she would respond, “Okay…have fun”…not at all realizing that fun defeats the whole purpose of boredom…but that’s how moms are, I guess.

Anyway, it suddenly hit me that I had just—or so it seemed—been sitting in the exact same chair, in the exact same corner of my room, the Saturday before…being bored.

So I immediately made the cognitive leap of faith that, before I knew it, I would be sitting in the exact same chair, in the exact same corner of my room, the next Saturday…being bored.

WTF! I thought to myself…time is slipping away at an alarming speed!

Behind Closed Doors

 

 

No one knows what goes on behind closed doors.

I mean, except for my Aunt Gert, who’s since learned her lesson…at least according to the court papers.

What I mean is, no matter how well you know someone or how long you’ve been friends…how much do you really know about them?

Only what they tell you…and what you can find in their medicine cabinet.

And believe me no one’s telling you everything…especially about the mangos….uh, someplace.

But that’s always the way it’s been and probably the way it should be.

Because do you really want everyone knowing about your lint collection?

Spring Dings and Winter Flings…more snow

 

 

Sitting here waiting for spring to arrive at 6:45 PM.

So what happens?

Bitter winter decides it’s not quite done so it drops another surprise down on us just before leaving.

Kind of like my old college roommate who had an aversion to flushing after a long weekend visit.