"Procastination is the bad habit of putting off until the day after tomorrow what should have been done the day before yesterday." Napoleon Hill
T'ain't really so awful cold outside but, it's chilly…bit of a bite in the air, y'know…no matter, the sun is shining 'n da boyz wuz hithering 'n yonning all over the place on our morning stroll…lots of new smells 'n stuff, I expect after all that rain…
Seems like the older I get, the quicker I get tired of inclement weather…a little rain now 'n then is refreshing but hours 'n hours of steady downpour is just plain monotonus 'n 'bad form' as they use'ta say (a lot) in those Olde English movies I'm so fond of….
Seems like I'm fond of ending sentences with a preposition also 'cuz I do it a lot…I don't know what Lena Nevison 'ud say about that but since I didn't give a lot of weight to her opinion back in the day, I don't think I'll raise much of a sweat about it t'day…
Grammar don't seem t'be much of an issue today anyway…everyone blames the electronic age for that…'n I expect they're right~to a degree anyway…has t'do with the shorthand ('n shortcuts) they use in texting 'n tweeting 'n such…I think that's prob'ly what is killing off cursive writing…not that I ever had what anyone 'ud call 'good' writing skills…I remember when I wuz in grade school, they taught cursive writing…your writing had to be just so big 'n no bigger…'n the letters had t'be formed exactly the way they were shown in the 'writing' books….C'n you imagine? Writing books? And they had different styles of writing…I think what they taught at good ole South Portsmouth wuz called, The Palmer Method'….I don't know (or even care) how many different styles there actually were, it is sufficient that I'm aware of The Palmer 'n The Spencerian altho' I ain't got the slightest idea of how to differentiate between them t'day…'n I certainly can't duplicate any of them altho' I s'pose there may be some aspects left over in my basic writing….but maybe not as I almost never write by hand anymore 'n not sure if I could read it if I did….Miz Fanny would be so proud in feeling justified that I grew up to write so badly…she'd be able to crow that she 'told me so' from the beginning…..
During World War II (when I wuz a boy) there wuz a shortage of lots of stuff…meat, butter, sugar (which meant a shortage of candy)…there wuz a shortage of teachers also with many of the men being called into the military 'n the women going into defense work (yeah, gender gap then but nobody paid a lot of attention to it ~ remember Rosie the Riveter)…anyhow, what with the shortage, they brought back a lot of retired teachers, among 'em wuz Miz Fanny, who wuz ramrod straight, lean as a curly wolf, 'n one heck of a lot meaner…she wore a ring with a large stone on her right hand 'n she kept the setting on the inside of her hand 'n she wuz in the habit of slapping students if she felt she had a reason….(sort'a like my buddy, Pig, who'd fight at the drop of a hat 'n if you didn't have a hat to drop, he'd loan you one)…Now, I'm talking some rowdy 3rd 'n 4th graders here so's you get some idea of how terrifying Miz Fanny wuz…..
Anyhow, Miz Fanny kept her desk at the back of the room so's she c'd keep an eye on all of us 'n if we turned around t'see where she might be, why that wuz enuff excuse to warrant a slap acros't the face as I c'n testify…..she didn't so much teach as ladle out tons of homework 'cause she believed children should be kept busy 'n then they wudn't cause so much trouble….'course, she wuz wrong 'cuz we got in trouble anyway 'n I developed a lifelong hatred of make-work that exists to this very day…..
I may not be a world-class procrastinator but I should qualify for an honorable mention…
And now I've played around with this post pretty near all day 'n da boyz want t'go for their afternoon walk soooooooo……
"If once a man indulges himself in murder, very soon he comes to think little of robbing; 'n from robbing, he comes next to drinking 'n Sabbath-breaking, 'n from that to incivility 'n procrastination." Thomas de Quincy
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