Willy Or Won't He

Well let the bells ring! Let the banners fly! We had nine hours of light rain overnight. The grass is still hay but the weeds look a brighter green today. You have to wonder if this isn’t another one of Ma Nature’s little jokes.

However it looks like the rain encouraged a fair number of memes to pop up this week.

What exactly “middle age” these days? The goal posts keep moving.

Community spirit is alive and well – okay maybe just alive.

I read something this morning about an award given in 1976 and thought: hell that ain’t that long ag………. oh!

Forget what I said earlier about community spirit.

Vacuuming? Vacuuming? Like in house work?

“You’re a better man than I am, Gunga Din.”

I had a colleague like that – I assume he was practising for retirement.

And took a nap. Seems to be a theme around here.

One of the few advantages of old age is you can hear what you want to hear.

One way if looking at it.

And in the middle of the night too.

For Pammie.

We celebrate the small victories.

Intonation is everything.

Something to consider.

The word for September 8^th is:
Ambulance /ăm′byə-ləns/: [noun]
^1.1 A specially equipped vehicle used to transport the sick or injured.
^1.2 A field hospital, so organized as to follow an army in its movements, and intended to succour the wounded as soon as possible. Often used adjectivally: an ambulance wagon; ambulance stretcher; ambulance corps.
^1.3 A wagon or cart for conveying the wounded from the field, or to a hospital.
From French ambulance, from ambulant (“walking, shifting”), from Latin ambulare (“to walk, go about”).

Well we are into our second week at the cottage – last week was on the cool (10c at night) but windy side. Yesterday was hot and extremely, as in let’s blow the patio umbrella over, windy. But as always we are loving our time at Yankee Hill.

There seems to be a goodly number of “dumb husband” memes today but they should not be considered the opinion of the management.

This is a familiar scenario in certain households I am told.

A musical interlude.

Ignorance is bliss.

Sorry.

Always be specific in your instructions.

Blind dates can often be a puzzle.

Huh? Okay.

A missed business opportunity.

Hey I take so many pills, it gets confusing.

You try to help and …

Get it? Got it! Good!

I think I met that waitress at a diner on Route 220.

Another bad pun.

A thought to take into your week as you grapple with AI.

The word for August 25th is:
Grapple /ˈɡrap(ə)l/: [1. noun 2. verb]
1.1 An instrument for grabbing or gripping something.
1.2 A bucket on an excavating machine.
2,1 To engage in a close fight or struggle without weapons.
2.2 To seize hold of someone.
2.3 To struggle or work hard to overcome/deal with a problem or concept.
Middle English as a noun denoting a grappling hook from the Old French grapil, from Provençal grapa “hook” ; dates as verb from mid-16 century.

Yesterday we packed up Teeter, our refrigerator, and our fall wardrobe and made the 55 minutes journey for our annual stay at Yankee Hill. You‘ll notice I said “fall wardrobe”: it appears that Mom Nature has taken the PEI tradition that Summer ends the last night of Old Home week. The forecast warns that the hottest it will get in the coming fortenight will be 23c and the coldest 9c.

So I’ve hunkered down in front of the fireplace with my shawl wrapped around me and a hot cup of tea to produce the following for your delight.

My FB buddy Nick shared some camera settings that will make me look younger but I forget what they were. I am an old person!

Sigh – it takes my barber longer to trim my ears than cut my hair.

Drives them crazy!

A moment of jarring truth.

And there is a good chance of you being gruntled.

I hate change.

And the righteous shall inherit a smack in the chops.

TMI?????

Or a wasp, particularly a wasp.

For my dear Pammy.

Snort…

Victory!

I have a few friends who might identify with this.

Specifics always help …

A legacy to be treasured.

The word for August 18th is:
Gruntled ˈɡrʌnt(ə)ld/: [adjective]
Please, satisfied, contented
Circa 1930 baci-formation from the word disgruntled.
Attributed to P. G. Wodehouse in his Jeeves novels.