I love love love that expression. My Mom used to use it and it came to me when I was thinking about a class I took several years ago. My recall about the subject is nonexistent now, so the phrase just popped into my head. Selective recall is a gift to the aged and the aging (maybe others as well, but I’m in the aging class now). I can recall all kinds of “facts” and stand by them even though I have no idea what I’m talking about. Of course, I used to do that when I was younger and was complimented by a professor in college once for being a “Snow Queen.” In the olden days “snowing” often meant b.s.ing your way through something. I was, and I am still, quite good at it, but something strange has happened in the years since college. I no longer really care. It doesn’t matter that much anyway. Few people hear what you say anyway,because so few people really listen when others speak. Listening truly is an art.
Wow! Where did that come from? Deep thought is not becoming to me. Thankfully, I can’t go very long at it. I have a picture, finally, of the pumpkin hat. It’s another art shot
It’s warm and not quite that bright, but I like it and it’s useful and I have worn it four days in a row walking Mr. Bigboy. I can’t tell you how much I’ve enjoyed the walks. I never thought I would miss them like I did. Cabin fever is not for the meek, I tell ya!
So, today’s soundtrack? I’m in a silly mode, so here’s Veggie Tales and Silly Songs from Larry with the “Water Buffalo Song”
Have a great Monday all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!