ORCHIDS IN OUR SUNROOM |
THE ONLY PHOTO I TOOK THIS MORNING |
ONE OF OUR FRONT YARD SQUIRRELS THIS AFTERNOON |
SOME DAYS I JUST NEED TO LET A LITTLE COLOR INTO MY LIFE |
BLUE JAY |
HMMMM, THIS COULD GET INTERESTING |
I THINK THESE TWO GOT SOMETHING GOING ON |
OH-OH I SEE SOME TROUBLE BREWING |
YESEREEEE, THERE'S SOMETHING A GONNA HAPPEN ALRIGHT |
OH NO THERE IT IS....A QUICK SMOOCH BETWEEN THESE TWO |
'IF I TOLD YOU ONCE I TOLD YOU A HUNDRED TIMES I DO NOT WANT YOU HANGING AROUND THE LIKES OF THAT RASCALLY BLACK GRACKLE GUY'!!!!!!!!! |
I THINK THIS IS A MALE HAIRY WOODPECKER |
AND I THINK THIS IS A FEMALE HAIRY WOODPECKER |
TUFTED TITMOUSE METHINKS |
FEMALE CARDINAL |
MALE GOLDFINCH |
FEMALE GOLDFINCH |
NUTHATCH |
GROANER'S CORNER:)) Words and Phrases of Days Gone By::
Mergatroyd ? Do you remember that word?
Heavens to Mergatroyd!
The other day a not so elderly (I say 75) lady said something to her son about driving a Jalopy; and he looked at her quizzically and said, "What the heck is a Jalopy?" He had never heard of the word jalopy! She knew she was old ...But not that old.
Well, I hope you are Hunky Dory when you read this and chuckle.
About a month ago, I illuminated some old expressions that have become obsolete because of the inexorable march of technology.
These phrases included: Don't touch that dial; Carbon copy; You sound like a broken record; and Hung out to dry.
Back in the olden days we had a lot of moxie . We'd put on our best bib and tucker, to straighten up and fly right.
Heavens to Betsy!
Gee whillikers!
Jumping Jehoshaphat!
Holy Moley!
We were in like Flynn and living the life of Riley ; and even a regular guy couldn't accuse us of being a knucklehead, a nincompoop or a pill. Not for all the tea in China!
Back in the olden days, life used to be swell, but when's the last time anything was swell? Swell has gone the way of beehives, pageboys and the D.A.; of spats, knickers, fedoras, poodle skirts, saddle shoes, and pedal pushers.
Oh, my aching back! Kilroy was here, but he isn't anymore.
We wake up from what surely has been just a short nap, and before we can say, "Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle!" Or, "This is a fine kettle of fish!" We discover that the words we grew up with, the words that seemed omnipresent, as oxygen, have vanished with scarcely a notice from our tongues and our pens and our keyboards.
Poof, go the words of our youth, the words we've left behind. We blink, and they're gone. Where have all those great phrases gone?
Long gone: Pshaw, The milkman did it. Hey! It's your nickel. Don't forget to pull the chain. Knee high to a grasshopper.
Well, Fiddlesticks! Going like sixty. I'll see you in the funny papers. Don't take any wooden nickels. Wake up and smell the roses.
It turns out there are more of these lost words and expressions than Carter has liver pills.
This can be disturbing stuff! (Carter's Little Liver Pills are gone too!)
Leaves us to wonder where Superman will find a phone booth.
See ya later, alligator! Okidoki .
We just had five days at Lake Superior Provincial Park with our trailer…was gorgeous up there, but my daughter commented on the fact that we never heard a cricket…I’m enjoying their sound again her at home
ReplyDeleteLots of crickets here in Ohio! lots of them :)
ReplyDeleteI've used cooking oil spray on toilet gasket with pretty good (temporary) success.
Lovely day then....the birds sure look a lot spiffier than yesterday's poor water soaked cardinal. Sheesh. Well, he did dry out, but....
ReplyDeleteI like crickets too - but not when there is one loose in the house somewhere.! Night time - it won't stop chirping, I can't find it, and if I do - I can't catch it. Yikes !
ReplyDeleteLove the sound of crickets!
ReplyDeleteI fill the toilet bowl in our motorhome with water, when not using, then stretch plastic wrap over the top. The water never evaporates that way. I also do that in our house when we're on the road for an extended time.
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