Our rural ancestors, with little blest,
Patient of labour when the end was rest,
Indulged the day that housed their annual grain,
With feasts, and off’rings, and a thankful strain.
May your stuffing be tasty
May your turkey plump,
May your potatoes and gravy
Have nary a lump.
May your yams be delicious
And your pies take the prize,
And may your Thanksgiving dinner
Stay off your thighs!
Born: April 28, 1874 – Died: June 12, 1936
Fiddlin’ and diddlin’, all morning long.
The winds are blowing through, that sounds like a jet engine.
Man is the sole animal whose nudity offends his own companions, and the only one who, in his natural actions, withdraws and hides himself from his own kind. ~Montaigne
Born: November 20, 1925 – Died: June 6, 1968
Come one, come all. Come as you are, to the annual funny freak parade.
English poet, novelist and biographer.
Action is eloquence. ~William Shakespeare
Do vegetarians eat animal crackers? ~Author unknown
Done in a day’s time. Yup!
“They say” is often a great liar. ~Proverb
people are strange: they are constantly angered by
but on a major matter
totally wasting their lives,
they hardly seem to
~Charles Bukowski (1920–1994)
Bores bore each other too; but it never seems to teach them anything. ~Don Marquis
In Seattle you haven’t had enough coffee until you can thread a sewing machine while it’s running. ~Jeff Bezos
See without looking,
hear without listening,
breathe without asking.
Lose the attitude. It’s truly demeaning.
Have patience, my friend, have patience;
For Rome wasn’t built in a day!
You wear yourself out for nothing
In many and many a way!
Why are you nervous and fretty
When things do not move along fast;
Why let yourself get excited
Over things that will soon be past?
~Gertrude Tooley Buckingham, “Patience” (1940s)
Our leading advertisers have richly proved that the public will believe anything if they are told of it often enough.
~Arnold Bennett (1867–1931)
see me now
see me later
see me tomorrow
see me whenever
Well, it’s a marvelous night for a moondance
With the stars up above in your eyes
A fantabulous night to make romance
’Neath the cover of October skies
And all the leaves on the trees are falling
To the sound of the breezes that blow
And I’m trying to please to the calling
Of your heartstrings that play soft and low…
~Van Morrison, “Moondance,” recorded 1969
The seasons are what a symphony ought to be: four perfect movements in harmony with each other. ~Arthur Rubinstein
Are you really sure that a floor can’t also be a ceiling? ~M.C. Escher
Fear not November’s challenge bold—
We’ve books and friends,
And hearths that never can grow cold:
These make amends!
~Alexander L. Fraser (1870–1954), “November,” c.1918
Please sit. We need to talk.
Flies swimming in bowl of soup.
There is no such thing as pure pleasure; some anxiety always goes with it. ~Ovid, Metamorphoses
He’s known as the orange menace.
If a man walks in the woods for love of them half of each day, he is in danger of being regarded as a loafer. But if he spends his days as a speculator, shearing off those woods and making the earth bald before her time, he is deemed an industrious and enterprising citizen. ~Henry David Thoreau
Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia. ~E.L. Doctorow
is there one
could tell the truth
Bob Corker is right:
it is an Adult Day Care
this is sad
Riding the train to crazy ville.
Dresses for breakfasts, and dinners, and balls;
Dresses to sit in, and stand in, and walk in;
Dresses to dance in, and flirt in, and talk in;
Dresses in which to do nothing at all;
Dresses for Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall.
~William Allen Butler, “Nothing to Wear”