Archives for June 2017

When the sardines heard music they were sure it was canned.

Two parking attendants were looking for a parking space. Who’s off duty now? 

Time waits for nine o’clock before it arrives.

We are syndicated when someone tells another person what they heard us say. 

Twice is a sure thing, but thrice is a legend set in stone.

Sayings, observations and bad jokes. 

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The second door on the right.

There was only one door. Is it possible this was the one the ancient man meant?

Sometimes directions are so hard to follow.

What is also hard to follow, but never wrong is the directions given by your “Inner Google”. 

You may “Yelp” at that idea, but really, does Entitled from Poughkeepsie or Hopeless from Pasco have any idea at all about what you will enjoy? 

No! That’s the right answer. And you know it makes sense!

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Displaying vigorous interest and steely attention the dames and dukes decided to deal the cards.

The cats played, the dogs chewed and the people gazed absent mindedly.

Today the results of all this could be seen so clearly that dark sunglasses could not obscure, the kindness of strangers welded onto the scheming of planners. 

So we created the phrase “neither a planner nor a sailor be”. 

At that moment it made sense, crystal clear, logical, well-reasoned sense. 

That, was then. Now we start again to answer questions that baffle befuddled bullfighters. 

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Washing hands before starting a new activity will help fresh ideas come to the surface.

Self-created rituals provide a tremendous boost to any activities.

A deep breath before a dive, a leap, or an appearance on stage, acts like connecting a phone call to a hidden advisor who keeps you calm and donates ideas and phrases to deliver (in case you didn’t prepare that well!).

Doing this for every action in a day could prove distracting and would be obsessive. But if you tend to feel you must “summon up” the strength to do something, the trick is delightfully effective.

Welcome to the halls of the calm, shining stars!

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Up on the hill. 

Answered swiftly and without hesitations. I walked to the top of the hill and was offered a glass of wine so clear it looked like water.

The elders were young and the livestock lively. 

Sun was considered a good thing. 

Waffles were made from a single thtread of maple and cream. 

The answers to everything were in plentiful supply.

A crossroads.