a physic? It is true. When he was about 10 he dreamed of a snake that came to his room and told him his Aunt Nelly was dead. It scared the hell out of the boy. He ran into his parents room and told them what had happened. His Dad, an old school hill-billy coal miner told him it was just a dream and not to worry.
The next day, the news came, Nelly had died on her way back from the well.
Three weeks later, my father was visited by the snake again. This time it told him his father would die the next day. That morning he told his father about the dream and it obviously impacted him, even though he said it was silly. My Grandfather spent the day in a haze, wondering when the axe would fall. When he came home that night he looked as though he had aged ten years. He looked at my Grandmother and said “This has been the longest day of my life, and the worst”/
My grandmother said, “You think you had a hard day? The milk man dropped dead on the porch this morning!”
Okay, so that is a shaggy dog story, but good for a laugh.
…to go awol. Watched a M*A*S*H rerun yesterday I’d never seen before. Clinger built a flying machine of big red wings and ran at full speed off a high cliff in pink wooly, fluffy bedroom slippers.
Hawkeye and Trapper couldn’t believe their eyes, “Did you see that big red bird with pink feet?”
Clinger was discovered where he crashed 2 miles away, unconsious but looney-wise as ever.
in Open Thread? Thought I recognized the chill factor.
BTW, Edger, I see Open Thread isn’t a daily feature here but are you the keeper of the weekday OTs, just Tuesdays or a random event whenever it’s time to relax?
Well, since it’s still too early to pop a cork, guess I’ll mosey into the new diaries until Happy Hour. Zum Wohl!
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a physic? It is true. When he was about 10 he dreamed of a snake that came to his room and told him his Aunt Nelly was dead. It scared the hell out of the boy. He ran into his parents room and told them what had happened. His Dad, an old school hill-billy coal miner told him it was just a dream and not to worry.
The next day, the news came, Nelly had died on her way back from the well.
Three weeks later, my father was visited by the snake again. This time it told him his father would die the next day. That morning he told his father about the dream and it obviously impacted him, even though he said it was silly. My Grandfather spent the day in a haze, wondering when the axe would fall. When he came home that night he looked as though he had aged ten years. He looked at my Grandmother and said “This has been the longest day of my life, and the worst”/
My grandmother said, “You think you had a hard day? The milk man dropped dead on the porch this morning!”
Okay, so that is a shaggy dog story, but good for a laugh.
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Honky Tonk Blogging 😉
well, if you call dragging my kid all over Disney World a vacation…
Anyway, disappointed about the Prop 8. That sucks. Terrible day for equal rights.
a fabulous play by Jean Paul Sartre, called “No Exit”. It’s about Hell.
…to go awol. Watched a M*A*S*H rerun yesterday I’d never seen before. Clinger built a flying machine of big red wings and ran at full speed off a high cliff in pink wooly, fluffy bedroom slippers.
Hawkeye and Trapper couldn’t believe their eyes, “Did you see that big red bird with pink feet?”
Clinger was discovered where he crashed 2 miles away, unconsious but looney-wise as ever.
in Open Thread? Thought I recognized the chill factor.
BTW, Edger, I see Open Thread isn’t a daily feature here but are you the keeper of the weekday OTs, just Tuesdays or a random event whenever it’s time to relax?
Well, since it’s still too early to pop a cork, guess I’ll mosey into the new diaries until Happy Hour. Zum Wohl!