They gobbledygook and gobbledygeek and mishy mash around.
The brain tries to make sense of the sound and gives it another go but the words tumble over the tongue and crash into the teeth. Crazy sounds emit from the mouth. People stare, confused, and say “huh?”
Words, dammit, words!
The hazards of rain, sleet, snow and sinking temperatures.
A few days ago the upper Midwest was hit with an incredible mess of rain, snow, sleet and sinking temperatures. Parking lots, sidewalks and driveways turned into lakes and streams that quickly froze over into a rink that Olympic hockey teams could have played on and speed skaters could have raced around. The pond at the bottom of my driveway froze over and has icebergs that could sink the Titanic.
Today the sun came out. The frozen paths in our yards softened. I thought it would be a good idea to chip away at the ice. And I did. Chop, chop, chop…..chop, chop, chop. Take shovel, scrape, lift, toss. Repeat.
And then it happened. The shovel, with its batch of ice, flew off of the end of the handle. Up and over the snow bank and into the road it went. I guffawed.
The remains of the day.
A summer breeze.
The smell of freshly mowed grass.
The smell and colors of flowers in bloom.