Sunday, March 26, 2023

Packing up to head north -- last Men & Women of A-Chord concert tonight

 


 Got this in an email this morning ...too fun not to share it!!
Mergatroyd ? Do you remember that word?
Would you believe the spell-checker did not recognize the word, Mergatroyd
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 .
You'll notice they left out "Monkey Business"!!!
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88º and VERY MUGGY today - at 3:30 pm on Sunday.

Have spent much of last few days packing up and today started actually loading the back of the pickup.


















Climbed the ladder and removed outdoor portion of the weather station. Is quite a ways up there for an old guy.
Lowered the two awnings we have, for the summer.


This last Friday we got two 20 lb. bags of sweet 1015 onions from Veggie Man Joe. Wrapped each onion in paper and put in smaller bags which can be laid around back of pickup and, hopefully, avoid bruising. Also got 20 lbs. of carrots and 36 green Avocados. Hope they all last for a while into the summer when we get back to Iowa.

Caught the temperature recording outside, in the sunshine, at 101º but by time got my camera out had "cooled" to 100 degrees.
This was Thursday. Friday cooled off and humidity came down to around 30% at one point. Humidity is back up today.
Thursday early evening we took Darlene and her Niece Kathy to Longhorn Cattle Company in San Benito for a "going home" dinner. Kathy flew down from Grand Rapids on Tuesday and is accompanying Darlene back to Grand Rapids where Darlene will stay with her granddaughter for a few days or week before going back north to West Branch, Michigan.

Friday morning we stopped at La Feria Café for a late breakfast on our way to delivering the two ladies to the Valley International Airport in Harlingen. Darlene called about 10 pm that they had made it.



Gail Ferguson, from Ansley, NE, tried crawfish from one of the local grocery stores. Was already cooked. Several were outside a motorhome trying them out and offered me some.
They are difficult to disassemble, and a bit messy.  The tiny bit of meat inside did taste good, though.  Phyllis tried just a bit and couldn't stomach it.
The only one Bougenvelia plant of the 5 we planted some 6 or 7 years ago that has survived the brainless management having all plants within 4 feet of the fence cut down a couple seasons ago.  By putting some tomato cages around the stump it kept the lawnmower guys from string killing it back.  Couple for the neighbor to the east have survived, also.

I planted this Aloe Vera plant as a tiny thing in 2011.  This is the first time I saw it bloom.



Will leave after bit for our last Barbershop Chorus performance of the season.  Seems like this winter season has gone to fast.. We have our end-of-year get together at an Italian Restaurant in McAllen on Tuesday which includes spouses or friends.  Think will be about 35-40 for the gathering.  Then, we head north.  Hope it warms up there.

LC

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