WEATHER OR NOT If you want to predict the next bout of bad weather try following the athletic endeavors of a near and dear one. The Joe has signed up for flag football so of course the next rainfall is predicted for this afternoon. Well we've gotten wet before following his exploits. Though they are calling it scattered rain possible. Nope it's hitting right at 2 pm when the flagging begins.
There used to be a radio personality in GR in the 60's who always would pronounce it "scathered showers" much to my amusement. He was a retired TV cowboy which begs the question where do all the unemployed cowboys and clowns end up? Talking weather I guess. Though I do not recall Clarabel, Bozo or Howdy Doodie for that matter tickling the airways with their own weather renditions. Can you picture a marionette gracing the green board talking about the weather - little wooden hands tracking the latest storm on the map. Sesame Street creatures could also be tapped with Oscar giving the really bad weather, Kermit singing green songs about sunny days and Cookie Monster eating the set.
Then there was the guy who hosted the Popeye cartoon show in Detroit claiming to be of a nautical background. About as much as the famous spinach eater himself. And of course, we all remember Soupy Sales who starred with the notorious White Fang and always ended his programs with a pie in the face though it must have been a strain for the writers to come up with so many different pie-face scenarios.
TO SQUEEGEE OR NOT Our own local weather man always stumbles over the words "thunderstorms" which comes out kind of garbled. Actually, Lansingites do have their own style of pronunciation. A roof is not pronounced like what a dog says; T's in words are ignored (Spar'an) and R's are added in odd places like Wa r shington. Now if one is a professional clown or cowboy allowances can be made. I did hear one pretentious speaker use the term squeegee when I am pretty sure he meant segue which allowed me to squeezy into a mental picture of the man at a traffic light, sponge in hand, waiting to smear my windshield for a donation.
English is a funny language too, to, two. Inflammable and flammable (same thing), entrance (door) and entrance (mesmerize), ketchup or catsup; and mispronunciations are inevitable. Human beans (beings), liberry (library). One could be talking to a wri'er about books and squeegee to a conversation about funding liberries. No doubt my podcasts have revealed my own personal squeegees that are now preserved forever in the cloud.
QUE PASA* Squeegeeing to the next topic I am starting talks with the Safety and Security Chief at a large cannabis retail chain. IP (indirect pun when one considers "chain smoking"). Of course there is a whole plethora of products that grace the shelves of this burgeoning industry. One relative explained his first foray into a legal "pot shop" where the clerk waxed poetic about the different types of product and their intended purpose and effect. Cutting the pitch short his only question was "what can get me highest the fastest?" As they say, the customer is always right. My own experience was checking out, what I thought was a glass blowing shop, that exuded a familiar aroma. It was a glass shop for pipes and holders for the wacky weed. Not really interested but those were the most mellow friendly storekeepers I have ever met. If I can obtain this interview, it will of course make a great follow-up to the MIOSHA cannabis grower and producer hazards podcast in October.
HAPPIEST TIME OF YEAR Though Christmas decor is starting to pop up in the usual places we still have my favorite holiday, Halloween to enjoy first. I saw a lady in the Meijer's parking lot gaily decorating her rear license plate with a string of tiny little skulls-very festive. Then I noticed her "stump" resting on a roller cart. Was not sure which was scarier - her little skull baubles or her heavily bandaged half a leg. But she was thoroughly enjoying herself so have at it dear lady. Happy Hollows.
Our last week of summer is dawning sunny, warm and golden-partially because the leaves have started to turn. My very last hummer bird is still dining at the feeder so I hope the cool nights have provided a hint that he needs to book his passage south soon. The masses of tomatoes are coming to final colorful explosions and the great give-away has begun. Also this is my last week of a mostly intact body so scrambling to prep for my downtime. Peace out ,,,, 💚 💙💛
*program note: que pasa is a slang greeting along the lines of "wha's happening" popularized by Cheech and Chong when in a haze of happy 😎
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