Summer as I’ve never seen it

Summer approaches, and I, having been semi-retired for a while, have been studying some things. These are things I only noticed enough to complain about in times past, but I have been giving more thought to them lately.

Nothing funny, folks

Well, this seems to be one of those weeks in which absolutely nothing funny has happened or is happening, anywhere. Trouble is, I have to write something. So in the absence of anything funny, I turn to things I find alarming.

No hearts and flowers, please

With Mother’s Day approaching, there’s an awful lot of sentimental, sometimes downright maudlin, stuff on the Internet and other places, concerning mothers and motherhood. That’s fine. Folks do get emotional when it comes to their mothers. No gripe here.

Invasion of the drones?

I got a kick out of the story from The Netherlands, about a chimpanzee that destroyed a drone when its keepers sent one a-droning over the zoo exhibit where it lives.

Leaves? Oh, THOSE leaves…

I gaze out across my expanse of lawn (well, my yard, such as it is), and I discover that the winter, alas, awful though it was, did not kill all the grass

Leaves? Oh, THOSE leaves…

I gaze out across my expanse of lawn (well, my yard, such as it is), and I discover that the winter, alas, awful though it was, did not kill all the grass.

Cursive or cursing?

I recall the day, while I was toiling away in the second grade, when my fellow toilers and I were informed that, beginning immediately, we would use nothing but “real writin’” for all tests and anything else we did that required written communication.

I have some PC demands

After reading that a production of the play, “The Vagina Monologues” had been cancelled at Mt. Holyoke College in Massacheusetts, I was intrigued. The reason given was that it wasn’t inclusive enough, because trans-gender women were not included in the play. First let me say, that if it can be scheduled, it can be unscheduled. Totally their right. No outrage there. However, I began to get my feelings hurt a little after I thought about it, and realized that I couldn’t remember a single instance in which I’ve benefitted from political correctness. Obviously, the PC Police have been ignoring me, and that knowledge hurt my feelings even more. To that … Continued