Actually, having suffered from mega jet lag this past week I was going to give trump a pass on failing to notice his massive limo was directly in front of him when he deplaned. But then I saw this and thought, “Nyet! No passes for trump.”
Month: July 2017
Oldie #1: A Thigh Slapping Good Time
Shehanne Moore encouraged me to republish some of my older stuff on WordPress. Well, it doesn’t get much older than this piece. I give you my second blog post on WP.
https://nananoyz5forme.com/2014/07/11/a-thigh-slapping-good-time/
Anthem
Anthem
by Leslie Noyes
Standing tall and proud
Voices raised in joyful praise
An anthem for us
Outside looking in
The disenfranchised hear but
An anthem for some
Until all are free
The lyrics are merely words
An anthem for none
What the world wants to know about Britain, part sixish
Ellen Hawley made my day. Read more at notesfromtheuk.com.
The search questions that lead people to Notes have been killingly dull lately, but I did find a few with some spark. So let’s visit to the minds of those good folks who, day after day, search the internet for answers to life’s most improbable questions.
Language
A search asked about “british places ignored syllables.” Well, silly me. I thought it was people who ignored the syllables, not the places. But no. The way it works is that Derby gets bored with being Derby after a century or ten and decides to be Darby. But all those road signs are already in place, and do you have any idea how expensive they are? So the spelling stays Derby but now we all have to say Darby or we’ll piss the place off.
And Woolfardisworthy? It can’t be bothered to mumble anything longer than “Woolsery” these days. It’s old. It’s tired…
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Snapshot #191
I found this beauty in Tallahassee. What shall we title this photo? “Pretty in Pink?”
Elvis, Save the Day!
Today I was driving between schools and listening to an interview with Sarah Silverman on NPR. Sarah told the story of being a chronic bed wetter as a child. It was a secret she didn’t want to get out, so at sleepovers she never slept, instead she’d spend the night pinching herself to stay awake.
On one memorable occasion a group of girls was invited to an impromptu slumber party. Sarah recalled she had to borrow pajamas and a sleeping bag from the hostess, as did the rest of the attendees. For some reason that night Sarah slept deeply and awoke the next morning to a sopping wet sleeping bag and drenched pjs. She quickly changed out of her pjs and left them beside the sleeping bag and went on as if nothing had happened. Then the Mom came in, took a look at the wet things and roared, “Who…
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Women are from Earth; Men are from Uranus
An old, yet relevant and non-political piece.
Studly Doright fell into a deep sleep as soon as the lights went off in Doright Manor last night. In contrast I watched the minutes, then hours, tick by on my Fitbit, practiced coordinating my deep breathing skills with the rise and fall of his snores, and not only counted sheep, but also organized them according to height, weight, and quality of fleece. It was a long night.
Twice during the night I felt the call of nature. Being a considerate woman even in a state of severe sleep deprivation, I carefully slid out from under the covers, making the most minute movements imaginable. With the stealth of a cat I moved through our bedroom and down the hall to access one of the guest bathrooms in order to allow dearest Studly to slumber in peace, undisturbed by the sound of a flushing toilet or running water.
Returning to bed…
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Cliffs of Moher
Before we dropped the golfers off at Lahinch on Thursday our entire group took a trip to the dramatic Cliffs of Moher. The gray day leant an air of melancholy to the visit and the winds blew cold and fierce. More than once I thought my phone would be blown from my hands as I snapped photos.
Our bus driver, Paul, said the Cliffs of Moher had seen more than its share of jumpers through the years. Often the only clue that a suicide occurred was an unclaimed car in the parking area at day’s end. On a brighter note, the Cliffs are also a favorite place for marriage proposals. I just watched for dragons.
Peace, people.
Snapshot #190
I took my car to be detailed yesterday and found this lovely flower blooming outside the shop. I’ll call this one, “At the Car Wash.”
Silenced
Silenced
by Leslie Noyes
A voice extinguished
While crying out for justice
Is a voice doubled
Strike down our protests
We will rise stronger, smarter
Listen to silence.
He never struck her
But silenced her all the same
Actions resonate
Praying for Eyebrowz 