Many of us are wondering what in the world is happening to our world. Let us wonder no longer and take a verse from Dionne Warwick’s song of 1966. Happy Saturday.
This song from the 70’s by the Sandpipers says it all. “Come Saturday Morning” was posted in 2021 but it seems so fitting for this beautiful Saturday, whether morning or afternoon. Happy Saturday.
Is anyone out there into Haikus? A haiku is a Japanese poem made up of three lines. The first line consists of five syllables; the second line, seven syllables, and the third line five syllables. Each line relates to the other to depict a statement of some kind. For instance, here’s one I wrote a few years ago after tasting red snapper for the first time.
Dinner was superb
Red snapper on the menu,
Tasty on the tongue.
And here’s one I wrote yesterday after being hacked.
The happy hacker
Is missing his common sense
What a nincompoop!
I find it fun and brain teasing to come up with these little three liners. I’d love if someone would send me one of their haikus.
This is probably the shortest post ever, but I think we will all agree that what the world needs now is love. Happy Saturday.
Sometimes it comes upon us in an instant; not so much an absence of sound but an awareness of complete stillness. It is then incumbent upon us to enter into the bliss of that awareness. It is then that all else means little or nothing. It is then that for a few fleeting seconds we are transported to the realm of otherness…the bliss of stillness. Happy Saturday
A retirement residence is now my new home, of choice. I’m enjoying the change of pace very much. The age range here is from sixty-three to one-hundred and one…a very interesting group of folks.
Due to Covid, we are masked except when in the dining room for meals. We also try to keep the social distancing rule. But you know what…there is much loneliness among the residents. Painful backs, knees, shoulders, among other ailments make it difficult for some to get around without the aid of walkers or wheelchairs.
From experience, I know that hugs are a great remedy for much of the above, and have started giving out a little hug here and there; fully masked with heads turned away, and in all cases, gratefully reciprocated.
There’s an old adage that you can’t do wrong by doing right, but in this case I’m not so sure, and have been expecting to be reprimanded, but it hasn’t happened yet.
Each day of our lives advice comes our way; some of it sound…some of it not so.
I may have blogged about this in the past, but believe it is sound enough to repeat.
“Each of us has to decide how much nonsense we can take in life and from whom we’re willing to take it. It depends of course on the situation and the people involved.” Vernon E. Jordan.
His mother offered this gem: “As you move ahead in life pass on your optimism and faith to the next generation.”
To me, that is some sound advice.
A blog a few days ago got me thinking about that word power again.
In itself the word congers up feelings of confidence, helpfulness, caring, independence, and other positive images to help us along life’s path.
The downside is the abuse of power, and we have all experienced that at one time or another.
After all that thinking I came to the conclusion that power is never power until it is used powerfully to help the powerless.
Thanks to Roger Baker-Utah’s blog, Area 52, five days ago that reminded me of my stand on power.
I’ve had a love affair with alliteration since childhood. Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers, and she sells sea shells by the sea shore were my first introduction to this fascinating literary device.
Seeking new outlets to keep my mind active during this Covid thing I came up with a few fun examples of my own yesterday, but first, the definition of alliteration: the occurrence of the same letter or sound at the beginning of adjacent or closely connected words. So, here goes:
Sonic sounds shattered the still silence.
Her peerless posture presented a perfect pose.
Apples and avocados are added flavors in a salad.
Birds, bees, and butterflies beautify nature’s norms.
The sweet, sticky toffee titillated Tilly’s taste buds.
I’ll leave it at that for today but don’t be surprised if I come back again to have more fun with alliteration. Want to give it a try?
Have you ever wondered how and why we use names to describe actions and/or feelings? What I mean by names is not only every Tom, Dick, and Harry, but also dogs, cats, and others of the animal kingdom. Taking a name in vain originates with the Ten Commandments, but as you can see many a name besides God’s, can be taken in vain.
Going squirrely…tending to move around a lot. : very odd, silly, or foolish
Cat’s meow…used to say that someone or something is very appealing
Dog’s dinner…something that is messy or bungled
Sounds fishy…To seem suspicious of being improper or untrue
To the John…The first popular indoor toilet was invented by Sir John Harrington, a poet
The real McCoy…the real thing; the genuine article (but who was McCoy in the first place?)
Down Pat…Thoroughly practiced, rehearsed, or understood
The Patsy…a person who is easily taken advantage of
Patty-cake Patty-cake, baker’s man…an old English nursery rhyme
A Pat of butter…now, where did that come from?
These last four are about taking my name in vain.