After laying low the past couple of days, I’m back this morning balancing a laptop on my chest while keeping my left leg in the air and my heart in my throat. Literal and financial hurricanes are kind of making a mess of things. Be safe everyone. Me? I’m just trying not to accidentally give myself a Google mammogram in the midst of all this Winnie the Pooh and the Blustery Day stuff. Whoo boy! So many Huffalumps are strapped into their Golden Parachutes, flying like kites on a windy day.
They’re black they’re brown they’re up their down
They’re in they’re out they’re all about
They’re far they’re near they’re gone they’re here
They’re quick and slick and insincere
Beware Beware Be a very wary bear.
But Hey! Happy first day of Fall, Internet. We’re still triple digit temperatures down here in the Valley of the Sun. Still wearing our shorts and sun tops and flip flops. Still slathering on our SPF 30s, still swilling anything wet to keep the dust in our throats tamped down. We’re still doing our business in the early mornings before it gets hot. We don’t really cool down here until after Halloween. I noticed on television over the weekend that folks across the country are now wearing long sleeves and light jackets across the country.
They’re green they’re blue they’re pink they’re white
They’re round they’re square they’re a terrible sight
They tie themselves in horrible knots
They come in stripes or polka-dots
Beware Beware Be a very wary bear
Dan filled up the car over the weekend. We have two old thrashers in the garage, but they’re paid for and don’t guzzle as much oil as some of those big lumbering things that travel our Phoenix streets. We’re happy about that. These old gals get us around nicely. We’re glad that gas is down a few cents a gallon for the day, but wonder how long that will hold. It was an interesting factoid to see that we have one more car than the Obamas, but we’re down eleven cars from catching up to the McCains.
They’re extra-ordinary so better be wary
Because they come in every shape and size
– size – size – sizeIf honey’s what you covet you’ll find that they love it
Because they guzzle up the things you prizeThey’re black they’re brown they’re up their down
They’re in they’re out they’re all about
They’re far they’re near they’re gone they’re here
They’re quick and slick and insincere
Beware Beware Beware Beware Beware …
Who’d have thought in 1926 that A. A. Milne’s Winnie-the-Pooh would be such a prescient figure?