Thursday, August 8, 2013

Exclamations over stuff in the newspaper & otherwise

photo by C. Hoggard- sisters' trip/13
 
 When Kid Billy’s gone, there’s only the cats to talk to, so I’ve begun to—you guessed it—talk to them (snicker) and myself—out loud.
 
 For instance, FOR HEAVEN’S SAKE! A UAPB linebacker dies from gunshots.
 
 OH, NOW, COME ON! Here’s an 86-year-old’s obituary that listed his father’s name as Hangerup!
 
I’LL BE DOG! Here’s a 64-year-old whose only survivor was his guardian.
 
OH NO! A sentence in a small newspaper: “A dog was ran over.”
 
WE SHOULD GIVE HIM THAT. A picture of former president George H. W. Bush in a wheelchair shows him wearing clown-striped socks to the 5,000th daily Point of Light Award ceremony. I think I read later that they were mis-matched.
 
WHAT A WASTE! Paying $8 for a deluxe wash at Big Red only to find afterward that the oak detritus/mold was still on my car.
 
WHAT A GOAL! “I’ve worked my whole life to be a head coach.” – Paul Petrino, now of the Idaho Vandals.
 
OH DEAR! “People can protect the (frog) population by not letting cats live outside . . . A housecat can kill hundreds . . . a year.” –Julia Sonn, a doctoral student at Tulane, on a fungus causing already the extinction of 122 amphibian species. Cricket frogs, leopard frogs and the Ozark hellbender salamander are affected.
 
NO, NO, NO! NOT IF YOU’VE BEEN TAUGHT RIGHT! My answer to the reported response by a mother of an actor accused of disrespecting gays and women, and praising Hitler’s speaking abilities, “If you’re in a group, you go along with the group talk…”—Item in Paper Trails, AD-G. Linda S. Haymes.
 
DUH! “Journey” is now defined to mean ‘beyond the county in which the person lives.’ – M. Wickline, AD-G.
 
EPIGRAM? “Trains pass through a station, but their journeys end at a terminal.”—article about the Grand Central Terminal.
 
OH, MY GOSH! Here’s a name: Okla Homer! 1936-era.
 
WHERE DID THAT COME FROM? In a dream, I was beset and assailed by three men and two women who commandeered my house and threatened me. Luckily, I awoke before actual violence happened. (Could it be from reading the police reports in the daily newspaper?)
 
YAY! I KNEW ALL OF THESE! The Swiss Family ___________; A Journey to the Center _____________; Twenty Thousand Leagues __________; Treasure _________; King Solomon’s ____________; Little Lord ______________; The Wonderful Wizard _______________; Rebecca of _________________; The Secret ________________.
 
SAW on a truck side: Infidelity. (Double take.) WAS: Fidelity. (Oh.)
 
TSK! TSK! Only part of a chapter written.
 
ISN’T THIS REDUNDANT? “Old-fashioned heirlooms”? (Janet Carson)
 
I MADE THE FRONT PAGE OF THE COURIER! Below the fold, playing at Campeeting Thursday night.
 
(WINCE) “This is the time of our lives when the children have drop-in privileges and it’s still wonderful to cook for them. . . .”- R. Burgess, retired. From the Grits and Grace column, Saline Courier.
 
Oh, besides the cats, and myself I also talk to my journal. Do you?

5 comments:

Grace Grits and Gardening said...

My favorite is Okla Homer!

There's a Grits and Grace section of the paper? interesting.

Dorothy Johnson said...

Talya and I laughed at some of the things you reported reading! I talk to my cats all the time and, yes, confide thoughts in my journal as well. Good post.

pat couch laster said...

Thanks for commenting, Dorothy and Talya. I loved Okla Homer, too!

Unknown said...

Oh, pat. I don't 'converse' with the cats, but I fuss at them constantly. But I DO laugh out loud and comment to nobody in particular when I read your columns ( and my other blogger friends' )

pat couch laster said...

I'm finding out that this is a universal happening--this talking to...no one. Thanks for commenting.