Unappreciated Division (responsorial)
The December 14 Bulletin Board included a note from Poet X of PDX: “A caller a short while ago was giving me the Russian patient’s name and spelled it to me: ‘P-A-V-L-O-V.’
“I said to her — gently, of course: ‘Yes, I know how to spell Pavlov, only it makes me salivate a bit.’
“Silence. Went over her head about as far as a Learjet. Oh, well, I thought it was HILARIOUS!”
We presently heard from Grandma J. of Grant: “The mention of Pavlov brought back a memory I had completely forgotten.
Continue reading “When the married lady went to the “speed-dating” workshop, she heard those (wedding?) bells ring!”
The highfalutin & simple pleasures
There & Here Division (or: Gaining everything in translation)
Cee Cee of Mahtomedi reports: “My daughter posted a picture on Instagram of the candles she lit in the snow on her deck. She ended the post with the hashtag ‘#hygge.’
Continue reading “How do Danes get through the long, dark winter? Endless loop of “A Prairie Home Companion”? No. Hygge!”
Life as we know it
The Man from Milaca (“hiding from the Pelicans in Florida”) reports: “Yesterday, here south of the Mason-Dixon line, in the Sunshine State, I experienced the type of day about which people often dream, but very seldom see; they’re either working or otherwise occupied, so they miss out on a ‘no-single-adjective-description’ day. I have racked my brain, scoured the dictionary trying to find a single world that can describe such a day, but there is no single descriptive word that fits yesterday’s remarkable mixtures.
“It was warm, yet cool. The sky shaded from pale blue to deep-sea blue across the immense rotunda that stretched from horizon to horizon. There wasn’t a cloud to be seen.
Continue reading ““I have racked my brain, scoured the dictionary trying to find a single world that can describe such a day, but there is no single descriptive word that fits yesterday’s remarkable mixtures.””
Ed in Spring Valley, Wisconsin: “Though I was born in 1946, I have a lot of memories of Pearl Harbor.
“My Dad joined the Navy right out of high school in 1939, because as a farm kid from a small town in Iowa, he felt that would be the best way to get more education; they could not afford college for him.
Continue reading “He was born five years after the attack on Pearl Harbor … but he has a lot of memories of that day.”
The Permanent Granddaughterly Record
Wicki-Yah: “We stayed with the Preacher and the Preacher’s Wife and our grandchildren recently.
“Granddaughter Addie is 2. She talks constantly, and her every action is announced with a joyful, self-delivered play-by-play. She was telling me about the Fontanini stable set that I gave her mother her first married Christmas. As she approached the manger to show me ‘Baby God,’ she threw her hands in the air.
Continue reading ““Oh there you are, Baby God. I know where your mother is. I will bring Baby God to him’s mom. She is worried about him.””
Our theater of seasons
IGHGrampa reports: “When I opened the garage door to leave this morning, it was snowing.
“But it was an odd phenomenon. There were no clouds above. The sky was clear. Apparently conditions were right for snow to form right out of the air. It was cold enough and the humidity was high enough that water just condensed into snowflakes right there only a hundred feet or so above the ground.
Continue reading “It was snowing in Inver Grove Heights . . . but: “There were no clouds above. The sky was clear.””
The home front
Teech writes: “This is the story of how my family got our first electric refrigerator.
“It was during World War II. The year was probably 1944.
Continue reading “The whole neighborhood came out to gawk when their first refrigerator arrived!”