A Bowl of Iris
First let me say I always pay rapt attention to my wife when she delivers a train of thought monologue. She fanatically follows the economy, politics, pandemics, emergency pantry storage, alternative energy sources and a host of other subjects. At some point all that information has to escape before her head explodes and I’m supposed to listen to the leaks. And you know I’ll be quizzed at a later date.
Now, I don’t hear as well as I used to and I admit at times I only half listen. So at times I don’t realize I’ve mis-heard. When that happens the train derails.
A Bowl of Iris
Not quite – I heard it but it wasn’t said. During one of the ‘discussions’ on pandemics and plagues Ebola Virus was mentioned. I should know better than to ask questions when my attention drifts to the point of hearing things. Of course I don’t need to know how contagious a bowl of iris is.
Speaking of mis-hearing. There was a song I didn’t really like (by Alanis Morissette) but there was one line I loved to sing.
What if God ate on of us?
It took a while but someone finally informed me the real lyrics where What if God was one of us? I still prefer my lyrics. I believe you should be able to pick out God in a crowd.
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June 15th, 2009 at 8:27 pm
A bowl of iris is better than Ebola Virus any day. Prettier too!
Remember when Elvis used to sing:
Return to sender,
Address unknown,
No such number,
No such phone.
It was years before I knew it was actually No such zone. That made more betterer sense.
June 16th, 2009 at 1:42 am
We would get along just fine. I can’t hear either and I drive my family nuts because I miss hear them all the time! They will say where did you get that idea from? I say from you! They say I never said that…LOL(-: Oh well…(-: I need to learn sign language and so do they!(-; The bowl of iris are pretty and safer then the Ebola Virus!
June 16th, 2009 at 11:44 am
I dare not to sing any line in your blog, but you break your own rule. I have to say, too:
Return to sender,
Address unknown,
No such number,
No such phone.
June 16th, 2009 at 10:22 pm
I honestly do wonder now What if God ate one of us? Really!
June 17th, 2009 at 7:36 pm
found your blog on blotanical, my husband half-listens, too. ‘bowl of iris’? love it!
June 19th, 2009 at 8:57 am
As a child at Scout Camp we sang a song to honor the camp’s founder- hey you might have heard of her being a NY guy- Anna Botsford Comstock. Anyway… keep in mind that I sang this hundreds of times. It wasn’t till I was an adult that I figured it out.
“and gladly in chorus our voices do ring
azorus the heaven’s shine bright.”
When I’m dull, I’m very, very dull! Ebola virus indeed! Love it.