If you want to know who we are,
We are gentlemen of Japan:
On many a vase and jar -
On many a screen and fan,
We figure in lively paint:
Our attitude’s queer and quaint -
You’re wrong if you think it ain’t, Oh … oh!
We are gentlemen of Japan …………….
Ever since I started working on today’s origami challenge that song has been worming its way from ear to ear … around and about … OK … hasn’t everyone sung Gilbert and Sullivan at some point in their life‽
But getting back from Titipu … and down to today’s business at hand …
#1 THE ORIGAMI CALENDAR CHALLENGE – JAPANESE GENTLEMAN
I bet everyone is able to get eight out of eight on today’s puzzle.
And the answers are SHOWOFF, DARWIN, PARK PLACE, THERE’S NO PLACE LIKE HOME, NO SHOW, WINSTON CHURCHILL, FIREPLACE and SHOWTIME.
Wouldn’t it be nice if we all had speech balloons floating around our heads?
Now, get ready to GROAN!
BEE YAWN DAIRY SAUNA BUILD OUT
INN KNOW CENT TON TILL PERU FEN GILL TEA
EWE HALF THE WRITE TOO REAM MANES EYE LENT
That might be the last time Phonetic Frenzy appears in the Daily Calendar Challenge.
PIT … PITTER … PAT!
Rain is liquid water in the form of droplets that have condensed from atmospheric water vapor and then precipitated—that is, become heavy enough to fall under gravity.
Would you believe it has been raining continuously for the past 24 hours!
Right now, this Frosty Snowman doughnut looks like the only snowman we’ll be seeing in the near future. How come? Well, today a January thaw moved in even before we had a January freeze. Temps today were 58F and expected to reach 70F by Saturday. Oh, yeah, we’ll be having a lot of rain and thunderstorms, too. That will produce enough rain that would have delivered ten or more inches of snow if we didn’t have this thaw. Guess that means the basement will be leaking, too?
Guess I’ll blame the weather on the do-nothing Congress … the last, the current and probably the next.
BTW, my doughnut is courtesy of the Schnucks Bakery. I couldn’t resist buying just one.
Ever since fall fell last weekend we have witnessed an ever-changing weather situation. First it was clear and sunny, then sunny and chilly and as of today thunder, lightening, wind, tornadoes, hail, rain and wall-to-wall weather forecasts on the TV. And the prognosis is for four days of the same. Bad enough for us humans, but think of poor Mlle. Renee who has to rely on the back lawn for her potty spot.
Anyway at the mercy of the changing weather scenario, her recent life has become a tale of two doggies … one safe and content and the other upset and afraid.
The other day the temps dropped into the low 40s and I forgot the switch the furnace from AC to HEAT. I realized my error when I noticed Renee rolling herself in a tight little ball on the sofa. I got the sweater she usually sleeps on and covered her up.
Renee, who is not really into canine haberdashery, spent the rest of the evening snoozing as snug as a bug under the sweater.
The start of thunder, lightning and rain is another matter. Ever since last year’s tornado season she has been the lead dog for heading to a safe spot around here. If it’s just thunder and lightening she heads for the corner of my bedroom between the file cabinet and the wall. But if the weather alert radio goes off or she hears weatherman Mike Roberts on KSDK-TV discussing the current weather map …
She heads for her special safe corner in the basement.She usually tries to round me up to go into the basement with her … but if I’m too slow she runs down to her corner and barks for me to join her. She doesn’t realize that I have to gather up my cellphone, my folding chair, the flashlight, the portable radio, a bottle of water, my football helmet and the dog and people snacks.
If the current weather forecasts hold true, I’m afraid both of us are going to be slightly soggy and moldy before the week comes to a close
IT RAINED THIS MORNING!
From about 7:30 until about nearly 1:00! It really wasn’t a downpour … more like a lawn sprinkler. But everything got a much-needed refreshing drink of water.
And the temps did become a bit more bearable today.
Actually, for the first time in the past two months the AC didn’t come on in the morning. Naturally, Mlle. Renee and I slept-in. Do you blame us?
April showers were a little rough last weekend. Also, they were nearly endless! Which means my basement is currently leaking. Saturday was the most horrendous day of storms with three distinct storms moving through the area during the afternoon.
The first one was the one with pitch black skies, wind and torrential rainfall. It was quick and wet … passing over in less that 10-minutes. Hell, it was moving at 35 mph.
When the second storm moved in an hour later, all HAIL broke loose!
This is my hail covered lawn. Across the metro area the hail ranged from marble to baseball size. The rain was so heavy it was actually overflowing the guttering on the roof. Weather forecasters said that the storm was actually 45-miles wide which actually encompassed the entire length of the metro area.
Check the rainwater rushing down the street.
There was quite a bit of damage downtown around the baseball stadium with one fatality and around a hundred injured.
The third storm just added insult and more rain to the previous two. Naturally, Mlle. Renee being more than your average dog spent most of the afternoon and evening hiding in the basement. She did not like the water leaking into the basement.
Rain continued Sunday, yesterday and early this morning. Original predictions were for rain and storms for every day through next Sunday. Fortunately, we got a reprieve for Wednesday and Thursday … but the temps are scheduled to top 90! Then the rain is back Friday, Saturday and Sunday again.
So, who or what do we blame … global warming or the Mayans and their unfinished calendar?
I wanted to rollover and pull the covers over my head. But Mlle Renee Taches de Rousseur had other plans — she had to go out. So I got up, got down on the floor and searched around for my flip-flops where some damn fool had thrown them under the bed last night. Then I grabbed my flannel plaid robe and grumped through the house to the back door. I opened the door and I was blinded by an unearthly brightness in the sky that pierced my eyes and ricocheted back a forth across my inner skull. And the noise was deafening! The birds seemed extra twitter-pated and chirpy, the forest critters over frolicsome and Renee just wanted to roll around on her back with the feet up in the air. OMG! I either woke up in a live animated Disney feature world or the raisins in my cinnamon raisin toast had started fermenting.
Actually it had been quite a few days since the sun a dared show its face, and I wasn’t used to such Technicolor brightness so early in the morning. Well, to be honest it really wasn’t that early … it was going on nine thirty and I figured I better get started with my plans for the day. Plans that had been rained out the day before … and the day before that … and hell, my entire week had been a washout so far. So I polished and brushed myself up, got dressed and in less than three house I was ready to walk out the front door and get on with my day.
I open my door just in time to meet my mail lady. “Hey,” I said, “you’re not all wet today!” And she replied, “And neither is your mail.” And Mlle Renee just shook her head and walked away with her chew bone as I started opening my mail. Only three applications for Citibank® cards this morning … they must be giving up on me … and a wedding invitation for July 4 from my nephew and soon to be niece. By that time it was almost one and I had to get moving.
First Walgreens to restock my daily vitamins and then across the street to the new McDonald’s for a Filet-O-Fish. Our local McDonald’s happens to be one of the new updated, 21st Century super-suburban design restaurants they came out with this year.The look of the golden arches might be streamlined, but the taste of the food is still the same. And isn’t that what counts in life. Consistency!
As I walked into the restaurant I noticed a sign in the window for the featured Rolo McFlurry, and flash-bang I decided that my order name would be Rollo today. I like to be creative, and every time a counter girl or boy asks for an order name I use make up a different. (Darn, I should have waited for next week, and I could have used that for one of my 30 DAYS OF CREATIVITY.)
After that I walked down the four or five blocks to the town hall to pick up Renee’s new dog license. She got tag #65 this year which seems strange because I know there are more than 65 dogs in town. But maybe the city clerk saved a low number for her to make her feel important.
So then I headed for home where I planned on doing a bit of yard work, but the time I got home it was starting to rain. So today was another washout. Maybe I should have gotten up before nine?
BTW, Renee Taches de Rousseur is French for Renee Freckles.
Whatever happened to the Sunshine Makers? Back in the early days of television when everything was black and white, there was a cartoon that ran almost continuously about these little elves who bottled up sunshine to throw at these gloomy-assed grumps who walked around all day mumbling, “I don’t want to be happy. I want to be sad.”
I just realized that I am either turning into a gloomy-assed grump, or I am suffering from an extreme case of Vitamin D Deficiency Depression. Mlle Renee and I can’t remember the last time we actually saw our shadows.
I could turn on the TV, but I wouldn’t find the Sunshine Makers. No, I’d find Bob Robbins with still more wall-to-wall weather wizardry. Now, Bob’s a nice enough guy and if we were in a bar discussing ordinary issues like the royal wedding or the latest Charlie Sheen escapade he would be a great conversationalist. But put him in front of a meteorologist’s green screen map projection and he can be as boring as hell. Last Friday afternoon and evening he was on nonstop issuing warnings and projections on the dire doom moving through the area. And … after three hours … he put me to sleep just as all hell was going to break loose. Actually, I probably would have slept through the entire storm if my brother hadn’t called me to tell me that a tornado was headed in my direction. Even Mlle Renee had left me without warning to go down into the basement and her storm alert corner. (Actually, she’s always about five minutes ahead of the storm alert sirens and the TV weather wizards.) It was a massive and very destructive tornado which (while within walking distance) bypassed my neighborhood completely.
The miracle of the storm-filled evening was that while hundreds of homes, businesses, churches, schools and airports were damaged or demolished, there were NO fatalities and very few minor injuries. And the credit rightly goes to Bob Robbins and the other TV weather wizards for getting us off of the sofas and into the safety of our basements. So I’ll make it a point not to bitch about Mike when he shows up tonight with yet another round of severe storm coverage.
How do I know? Well, I just got back from my somewhat rain shortened walk with Mlle. Renee.
Yeah, here we go again! They say the sun might show up by Thursday or Friday … or Saturday. Until then I guess I just have to drink milk and pop a multi-vitamin. Or I could go looking for the Sunshine Makers. Sunshine … sunshine … I just love the good old golden sunshine!
Guess what? I found the Sunshine Makers and you can, too!
And they’re even older than I am!