Sharing My World 24


Mother Natures April Fools Day Humour

Share Your World – 2015 Week #13

What was your favorite subject in school?

Language Arts, or whatever name it goes by now.  Back in the dark ages when I went to school this subject was called English and broken down into reading, spelling, grammar and composition.  I loved them all.  Although my spelling wasn’t one of my highest priorities and as a result there are still words I don’t like to spell correctly the first time.  Spell check makes me doubly lazy.  Plus it also appears to have a sense of humour with its sometimes bizarre suggestions.

Both my parents were sticklers for excellent grammar so we learned to say things properly to avoid having them constantly correct us.  They both instilled a love of reading in us, by reading to us until we could read for ourselves.   Do kids still have to parse a sentence and identify all the parts of speech?  One underline for subject, double underline for verb, triple for object, adjectives and adverbs and phrases in brackets with arrows to what they modify.  Then name the conjunctions, pronouns, prepositions, etc.   I love all those rules which I often delight in breaking with run-on or incomplete sentences and dangling participles and orphan which clauses.  Excellent grammar can sometimes sound very snobbish, so usually I write the way I talk and break many of the rules.  Just so you know it’s (mostly) on purpose.

“Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take,  but by the moments that take your breath away” (George Carlin).  When have you had such a moment?

At the births of my children (after all that heavy breathing) and when seeing each one of my grandchildren for the first time.  There’s something about a newborn baby or a baby of any age that melts my heart.  I look at those perfect little faces and forget to breathe.

There was also that time in Scotland when we got off the bus at Glencoe and looking at those noble green hills gave me the weirdest sensation of deja vu.  Maybe I was a Highland warrior in a previous life, or lost loved ones in the massacre of 1692.  It’s also possible, (because of my retracted ear drum which I believed at the time was caused from the stuffiness of a head cold),  that I was simply high on decongestants.

What’s your choice: jigsaw,  crossword,  or numeric puzzles?

I’ve been seriously addicted to all three, but thankfully not all at once.  My various obsessions last until I get bored or realize I’m wasting an incredible amount of time that could be better spent, and then I move on to a new addiction and repeat the process.  My choice at the moment would be crosswords of medium difficulty.  The really hard ones make me feel stupid.  And nobody likes that.

If you found an obviously abandoned car with $50,000 in the back seat, what would you do?

If I knew for certain that I would never get caught, I would take the money home with me and hide it under my mattress.  Because you don’t want to create suspicion by suddenly depositing a lot of cash in the bank.  And then I would have to pray that the house didn’t burn down.  But who is EVER certain of not being found out?  And if we’re not called on something, we eventually blurt out the truth on our own because the burden of keeping a secret drives us nuts.

So I would call the police.  Because it’s the right thing to do.  And I’m rather boring like that.

The grateful for and looking forward to part….

Late yesterday afternoon we had a delightful rain with thunder and everything.  Then over night the rain turned to blowing snow.  It looks like January out there.  So I’m grateful to be inside where it’s warm and not out driving anywhere in this.

I’m looking forward to finishing the reading of a book.  ANY book.  Amazon keeps sending me e-mails asking me to rate the books I’ve purchased and I haven’t read them yet!  I get annoyed with the emails because I’m annoyed with myself.  And I’m also annoyed that when I start reading where I left off I have no idea what’s going on and have to backtrack a few pages to figure it out.  So lately it’s two pages back, three forward, and then I fall asleep.  I’m grateful there is nothing more serious to be annoyed about.

It’s too cold and blustery to go for a walk and search for abandoned cars full of cash, so I’ll just curl up on my couch and play word games instead.  In no time at all I will find myself gasping at my own breath-taking brilliance!  HAHA!  Mother Nature is not the only one who does funny things.



All Fools Day

No jokes were played today by me, and none were played on me as far as I’m aware.  Some day I’d like to spend the first day of April in France where I’d be able to say April Fish for a change.  Or poisson d’avril, to be more precise.  And also see the Eiffle Tower and stuff.  It seems pranks and hoaxes and fooling people are favourite pastimes for people all over the world.  I have to admit, some of these are kind of funny.

Top 100 April Fool’s Day Hoaxes of All Time 

We made it back home today safe and sound.  It’s a five hour drive that I wish could be shorter.  But maybe the extra effort to get there makes us appreciate getting together more.   I’m glad I have a day to get myself unpacked and packed again for the next trip.  I’ve got strict orders from my sister to pack light, so God only knows what she’s planning on sending home with me.

Here’s the latest from the stars.  Tempted to throw a fit? Don’t, or you could throw something else in your life out of whack. Keep your cool while this situation develops, and you’ll see that no drastic action is necessary.  

Okay, so here I am, not taking any drastic action, and at the same time having no idea what the situation is that I’m doing nothing about.  Sounds like a normal day.  And really, right now I don’t have the energy to throw a fit.  It’s been another long day.  Maybe I’ll work on one of those fit throwing things tomorrow, depending on what the furnace guy does or does not accomplish.  So far he’s managed to mess about in our basement for two days, bringing things in and taking other things out.  Kind of reminds me of how I do housework.  Something appears to be going on, but there’s no clear evidence of any results.

Hope you had a foolishly happy day.  If not, there’s always next year to pin paper fish on peoples’ backs if you can’t think of anything original.  Or if you just want to annoy people who aren’t French.