Nashville hot chicken at the Ex makes me forget everything, including not to swoon in public
I forget about the strap on my sandals, my plot lines, the board games I donated to Value Village and might go buy back, what to do with all the peaches, the new name I’m trying to coin for Global Warming, etc., and that’s a pretty loaded little abbrev
The minute I get through those gates all rules disintegrate, as well as manners and even personal preferences because although they are gobby and gluey and I don’t even like them, I end up with a bag of Tiny Tom’s minus the one that I spit out. Also I forget that I have to move strategically because my jumpsuit – after all this time and Nashville hot chickens – actually shrunk last time I washed it if you can believe it and please do or at least say you do.
I’m going to make this post short (yes) and sweet (not really) because of the long weekend that’s going to be here tomorrow and you know how you get
Also I’m feeling funny in the other way, which I have discovered does not make for a well-read blog and speaking of, did you know I have readers in Ireland (who are you?), South Africa, Costa Rica (hi Kate!), Chicago or London depending where Vicky’s working, a wandering one in Virginia I think – and lots of other surprising places like China, Russia, The Philippines, Greece, India, Malaysia, Israel – and I’m only name-dropping a few here, and I thank you all for coming – near and dear and far and flung alike – and a Warm Welcome to anyone who’s new which brings me to the thing I’m feeling funny about which is the phrase I’m trying to coin as an improvement to Global Warming.
Look. The word warm is a nice one. Just think about when you first warmed up to Steve Buscemi or Bushmills or even Blue Cheese, if you have
Or think about actually warming up as in by-increased-temperature which is a very nice thought and also hopeful just like the way I am hopeful I will warm up to the idea of salads for lunch again, and very soon, too. Also you get warm and fuzzy on a nice warm day all cozy with your new warm scarf and your friend, who is a very warm person indeed, just like you.
But in light of the current situation, the word warming is yesterday’s news. It is a gross understatement
We need something mean and horrible like Global Incineration and then a call to action and I suggest the one that’s been discarded and is floating around Ontario for grabs: Yours to Discover.
Just string those two together for a minute and think about it
Or maybe Yours to Recover which might light a fire under people which is called irony.
I like to give options so we could always just be cost-effective and simply change one word: Warming to Warning
But it’s Labour Day and so let’s keep all this in mind, of course, but also let’s get on with the long weekend!
The monarchs are gathering – have you noticed? – the geese are practicing, and the ladybugs are too, because they also migrate to warmer climes. I googled it.
