"Horsefeathers"...

"Horsefeathers"...

 …. was the worst cuss word an old teacher used when I would offer a study-light answer  to a classroom question. The word came to mind the other morning as I was waiting for my morning coffee to brew. I had been browsing the news and a picture of the chair of a parliamentary committee caught my eye. His name is Housefather. My frustration with his leadership expressed itself in plays on his name, including “Horsefeathers”. Some less appropriate.

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She had me in stitches

She had me in stitches

Half way up the staircase I made the turn for the second rise when I remembered I had forgotten something. Turning back to go down my foot caught air and I belly-surfed down the stairs. A sudden and complete stop at the bottom smashed my glasses into my eyebrow and a bit of a gash was created. The gentle doc at the clinic installed 13 stitches and I was almost as good as new.

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Loud Silence

Loud Silence

The one person who knows what she thinks about a political controversy has been silent since she resigned from her cabinet position. Lots of other voices have filled the void with conjecture, character assassination and assorted bits of political machination. The present government is no different than any other, regardless of political stripe – they do some good things but frequently behave badly.

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