Ten years ago I was writing several blogs on various subjects - F1 motor racing, Music, Classic Cars, Great Romances and, most crushingly, a personal journal that included my thoughts on America, memories of England and Africa, opinion, humour, writing and anything else that occurred. It all became too much (I was attempting to update the journal every day) and I collapsed, exhausted and thoroughly disillusioned in the end.
So this blog is indeed a Toe in the Water, a place to document my thoughts in and on WdC but with a determination not to get sucked into the blog whirlpool ever again. Here's hoping.
I love that Shakespeare is lamenting his need to produce plays in order to make a living when he wants to be a poet above all else. I think the same was true of Don Marquis, who had to churn out newspaper columns, and let his friend archy write the "nest of poems" collecting on the floor.
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Oh, to live in the day when journalists were poets!
In deference to the pill, I believe most meds have a coating on them. Perhaps some pill manufacturer might consider making that coating a candy one, thus putting it on the same level as the M&M.
If you use your floor as a table, then perhaps enjoying the M&M after taking the pill might be possible, but, if the floor isn't a table then perhaps it is a mysterious road to a mystical [place you might not want to enter and therefore perhaps ingesting anything off of the floor is a no no.
We don't have a five-second rule; we have a Max and a Bellah. Any food item that hits the floor belongs to whichever gets to it first. Of course, they do wait until they are told they can gobble it up since not all items that hit the floor are canine-friendly.
I had cause this morning to look up the words to the nursery rhyme, Miss Polly Had a Dolly. To my surprise, I found that the British version has one small but significant difference from the American. Here’s the version Google knows:
Miss Polly had a dolly who was sick, sick, sick
And she called for the doctor to come quick, quick
The doctor came with his bag and his hat
And he knocked at the door with a rat-a-tat-tat
He looked at the dolly and he shook his head
And he said, "Miss Polly, put her straight to bed"
He wrote on a paper for a pill, pill, pill
I'll be back in the morning if the baby's still ill
The only difference in the Brit poem is in the last line, which goes:
I'll be back in the morning with my bill bill bill
Apart from the facts that the words hark back to an earlier time when doctors still travelled to the patient, and that the poem’s origins are shrouded in mystery, reality insists that I prefer the British version.
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