There’s spozed t’be ten Lords a-leaping....I’ve never seen a Lord in my life, wudn’t know one if I saw one ‘n if I may steal a phrase, in the immortal words of Rhett Butler, “Frankly, m’dear, I don’t give a damn.” To see one, I mean, let alone ten of ‘em.....
Yest’iday was unusual, as I sed, in that young Willie didn’t wake me at the usual early hour so as to allow him to run into the high grass ‘n do his bizness before the sun comes out ‘n catches him, but he made up for it this morning by waking me at half past six.....ah well, t’is a new year t’be sure but the same old habits persist in all of us....
We got our ‘new’ water bill this morning....Ol Fair Oaks has a nice (?) new office building that must be paid for, I guess, on the backs of the consumer....like bureaucracies ev’rywhere, the size of their ‘stuff’ or at least the appearance of the the size of their ‘stuff’ is important (I s'pect all them Lords a-leaping wore codpieces, maybe that's why they were leaping).....to them, if nobody else...so we the ratepayers must offer up praise for their new clothes, thereby recognizing their importance (the size of their stuff)...
‘Course, it wuz that very same thinking that made Nancy Pelosi believe that most of the USA wanted her to fly back ‘n forth from D.C. to SF on a military jet rather than a broom (again, the size of her stuff proving that women are just as dumb as men)...
Well, it’s a new year ‘n the pundits are saying that prosperity is just around the corner... That’s right up there with ‘The check’s in the mail’ and that other one....well, y’know what I mean....
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