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.






