Things and more things filter through my mind, snips and snatches I can’t explain. And sometimes things happen to me that are just plain weird. So I’ll share a few.
Why do people look at the hymnal in their hands when they’re singing the “Hallelujah Chorus” with 1,328 “Hallelujahs” in a row? Same for that song with all the “glorias” in it, “Angels We Have Heard On High.” Same words, over and over again, singers looking at the book. LOOK UP, PEOPLE! YOU LOOK STUPID!
I never knew it before today, but “Tequila Mockingbird” was that novel written by Harper Lee. Students really need to read more. Maybe they were thinking of Jimmy Buffett.
How do I explain having a cat in my underwear the other day at our “escape cottage”? I could explain it, but I won’t. But if I don’t explain it . . .
I did not watch one minute of any college football game last week. No wonder I don’t feel well. It’s been decades since I could say that, and trust me, it’s not going to happen again.
I have had two concussions in my lifetime, both provided by baseball bats. One, by my older sister. One by me. Both stories should generate concerns, by you, about my cerebral functioning. On the other hand, it might explain a few things.
I was struck by lightning one time on I-95 south of Jacksonville, Florida. That might explain some of my snarled synapses, too.
Do you detect a pattern?