Did you notice how Friday, the thirteenth sneaked past on Winzdee?
Covid killer: Caused the unceremonious departure of supermarket bulletin boards, loaded with 3" X 5" recipe size cards, selling, wanting and trading of everything from bookends to pop-bead jewelry. Speaking of supermarkets, I will wait in line for a human checkout, who provide a quick smile and good wishes. Does your local Place-N-Pay ever ask, "How's the kids?"
Whispers at the corner elbow bender: That gubnuh down under, the Georgia state line, that is, wants to make dyslexia a mandatory class in all schools. Lousy thought, but it's what might help the 'we, of and by' get a grasp on all the schlabobber words in proposed bills and laws. Let's now call it, "attorneyfication." Also under consideration would be the elimination of commas. Yup! Seems Johnny and Janie would feel bad if they forgot to use the curvy marks in their annual, What I did didn't missed ate and slept through my summer vacation report.
Topping off with her vintage Underwood, Ms. Van Buren typed:
"TO THOSE WHO CELEBRATE ROSH HASHANA: At sundown tonight, 9-15-23, the Jewish New Year begins. During this time of solemn introspection, I wish my Jewish readers, “L’shana tova tikatevu” — may you be inscribed in the Book of Life and have a good year." Love, Abby
To which, I add: Be not confused, as the morrow brings the new year in Jewish calendars as, 5784. One does not wish an incorrect entry on a check. Hmmm---Do people still use them?
Regardless, Happy New Year, fraynds and may all your spaetzles dance heartily with friendly dreidels!
Be kind enough to pray and help those who lost so much from the catastrophic events this week
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