How Times Change

Everybody has now seen - or at least heard of - the film 'The King's Speech'.

How about this little episode for an understanding of the king's speech:

Between coming to the throne and the outbreak of war, sometime between 1936 and 1938, George VI and his Queen visited Canada.  Getting off the train on a whistle-stop tour to go walkabout they were greeted by enthusiastic crowds of people.

One horny-handed son of toil shouted: " Hi ya, King".
To which the King replied: "I'm fine, thank you, how are you".

Mantra Dancing

Sonata:

I saw this poster on the notice board in the supermarket

Tempted? No dance skills required , apparently .

I wonder what mantras are chanted . Do you think they begin in a circle , cups of chamomile in hand , and throw it open to discussion ? Or does the leader choose ? Perhaps , as the dance develops and they're all weaving about , it grows organically .

But , if you get to pick your own , I think mine might be "this too will pass" .

( Hands up all those who , at first glance , thought it said Mattress Dancing . Just me , then ?) .

P.S. I'm not deliberately ignoring everyone else's posts . Fridge Soup commenting is a privilege I seem to have lost .... Blogger is such a bundle of surprises ! And Google Chrome is definitely a step too far for my 9 year-old computer that was , granny-like , so proud of its Windows XP prowess .

Sweet relief.

We have gone from March weather to July weather here. From too cold to be able to do anything outdoors to wanting to be outdoors every minute, and not wanting to miss a minute of it all in sleep.
In the Cold And Dark Time my world shrinks to house, barn, work and the drive thereto and therefrom. Every bit of it is work: stoke the fire, bring in wood, listen and feel the car on the icy, snowy roads. I need to be in control of my environment for safety and comfort.
In the Light And Warm Time, Life goes on without my contribution. Birds dart and sing, leaves and flowers grow, I am physically comfortable without any effort.

It's such a relief to let the world take care of itself!

The Genderless Baby

Have you seen this?
When I read the article this morning I thought, yet again, that there ought to be licensing required for parenthood.
In a country that requires helmets for just about everything, licenses for just about everything and in which doctors are promoting the idea of a tax credit based on one's BMI, it is still seen as perfectly alright for anyone and everyone to have a child and then visit any sort of strange upbringing on the unfortunate little one.
The parents want the child to be judged by more than 'what's between its legs', yet have set up a situation in which that will be the first thing on everyone's mind.
Just when you think you've seen it all..........

Not shy, but retiring

Yesterday at lunchtime, we had a gathering in honor of the court clerk's retirement.

The court clerk is a miserable woman.

Miserable.

Complains all the time.

About everything.

If you say, "It's a beautiful day!" 

she'll mutter, "Oh! I'm so far behind in my yardwork! I'm gonna have to work like a dog now that the weather's finally good."

So we mostly steer clear of her. How can you have a conversation with somebody who's never . . . ever . . . happy about anything, but always looking for the cloud in front of the silver lining?

But the judge told everybody three times a day for a week the time and place and came and rounded us all up at the appointed hour. So we all went.

It was like a wake.

She didn't want to be there.

We didn't want to be there.

Every attempt at conversation ended after one exchange.

It was awful. Like a wake. But less fun.

Has it occurred to anyone else

...that our Fridge Soup mascot has terrible styes?

I Was Just About to , Honest ....

I was on the point of posting , Friko . It had just taken slightly longer to rework Prothalamion in 16th Century Friesian for the delight and delectation of my fellow Fridge Soupers than I thought .
But now that you've posted Ogden Nash's delightful ode to a duck , I can put Spenser's silken swans back in the drawer for another time ....
P.S. Deborah must have super IT skills I can only envy . Blogger won't let me comment at all .