Is there a reason for this?

I have known words for a long time – a really long time, and just a few seconds ago I thought to myself — you don’t have to wait for it, I’m going to tell you right now: I thought to myself “Gee, devil is spelled with a D in front of evil. Does this have some meaning?

I’d say so. How could I go all this time without seeing this before? Stupidity is a quick answer, but not really accurate since when it comes to academic matters, I am not a slow learner. I’m not real smart, but I’m not real slow . . . so, why have I not been making jokies and puns about devil and evil and the Big D being D(emon) and fitting right in with evil. After all, evil can be scrambled to spell vile . . . and for that matter veil and live, so there seems to be a lot of coincidence here.

Goodness sake, I could have started a whole new philosophy – for English speakers, at least. I could have written an essay that would have driven my senior English teacher completely bonkers. I believe I did a fairly good job of pushing her in that direction. What a missed opportunity. But then again, I did live through my senior year without her leaping across her desk and pounding me into the floor.

You know, if you take the emon out of demon and jerk its tale, you can get OMEN – remember that movie???

The odd thing about all this is that it doesn’t make my head hurt at all.

Holy Moses, it’s going to be one heck of a job

I forgot that before we had the burying blizzards of January, we had some early lingering snowfalls that covered the final pile of leaves that had not made it out to the street. I remember thinking at the time of that first early snowfall,”Well, as soon as it melts off, I’ll scoop them on the tarp and get them out of here.” It didn’t work out that way.

What I have out there just inside the gate is a semi-frozen mashed down pile of yucky leaves. I just pushed all the cliches about journeys and first steps and Rome and its one day caution out of my mind, and let my shoulders slump as I whimpered.

It’s in the 40’s and I, we all know, am in my mid-sixties, so I just scraped off the top layer that was melting and shoved it over to where someone can tarp it in the dark of night and get it out of here. Of course, that is just the top layer, remember. I have exposed the next layer which is still frozen and will wait for it to become slushy enough to scrape up. And so forth – although I think it’s going to take more than just a fourth try.

Another fact for Ripley’s Believe it or Not: People drop a million things in the cold snow when it’s below zero and don’t want to stick a hand in to retrieve them. They do not dissolve; they stay right where they are and wait.

I need to think of a yard-cleaning scam. Oh, that’s so awful. What is more awful are the scam ideas that are percolating in my brain. Devious, conniving . . . worthy of evil gnomes.

Up and not at ’em

Summer is at school; we saw a police car with flashing lights in the parking lot. Normally, I just might have come home with a tale of oh-who-knows-what-I-would-embellish about the cop car. This morning, I just came in, got a soda and found a comfy place to sit.

I am not at ’em yet; heck, I’m barely up.

Perhaps the car kept its lights flashing because this was part of a drug bust, and not just a small traffic violation. On my way out of the lot, I saw another police car behind me, which turned off to join the other one. I could have pulled into a spot, pulled out my iphone and documented the story of the century! But I just came home and minded my own business. Is this the end of Little Rico?