This was going to be about Groundhog’s Day and may well yet
end up going there. But I have to go back to yesterday to do that, so if you
don’t appreciate history go play Angry Birds or something for two shakes of
a lamb’s tale.
I assumed it would be transparent to everyone who stopped by
yesterday that I was offering my version of
‘cast your bread upon the water’ or ‘Mrs. Paul ain’t the only one who knows
about loaves and fishsticks.’ (for the record, mein schatz, es war fisch sticks nicht was anderes, okay? ), but I forget
the Feast of the
Assumption is 15 August and any
other day you do so, you’re doing it at your own peril.
I had way too many phone calls and email from people
concerned about ‘your car’ and, in some instances slightly hurt that I hadn’t
asked for their help at that time. Again as I kept explaining, with diminishing
results yesterday: there was nothing
wrong with my car. I was attempting to say something entirely different.
If you didn’t see my point, it’s because I was wearing my ski-cap (in honor of
the Winter
X Games, dude) and for that I apologize.
I appreciated the thoughtfulness of the various offers of
assistance, to include the one for a ride which came via email von den alten
heimat. I guess we would have had to keep the windows rolled up when we hit the
Pond. Glad I gave up smoking and thrilled you left the dog at home (she calls
shotgun all the time).
So that’s out of the way, okay? When a family member calls me before she goes to work to make sure
‘none of this really happened’ I need to sign up for the Bravo TV show,
“Bowling for Participles with the Real English Teachers of the Carrier Clinic.’ While I’m neatening up
loose ends, there’s no hard feelings or confusion left over from Buzz Lightyear and Newt Gingrich? Poor Ralph. Talk about a
target rich environment. Who called shotgun in the rover? (Three guesses and
the first two don’t count.).
In honor of another nearly mythical character today we have
a custom to honor a belief no one actually shares, Punxsutawney Phil. I have a very enlightened attitude on his
relationship to winter-as long as whatever has created our current situation
continues, he can see Ken Howard if he’d like. (Make it Ron; Hell,
a herd of Winnebagos-we’re givin’ ‘em away.) As
for me, I’m thankful for the pretext this gives me to revisit a favorite tune. Very thankful. Amazing.
-bill kenny
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