Teeny Tiny Tank

“The length of a film should be directly related to the endurance of the human bladder.” ~Alfred Hitchcock~ I agree. Confession: I have a teeny tiny holding tank. I swear, the size of a walnut. It has been an issue for much of my adult life. Especially when a movie exceeds the two hour mark. Made it through Downton Abbey recently. Made it through Black Panther and Bohemian Rhapsody last year. Not sure how I made it through all threeRead more

Tanking it to Winter

I received an email on Monday from a co-worker. “Are you done with the weather yet?” My response… “I want to run over Father Winter with a tank. A huge tank.” She deadpanned… “There’s no need for violence.” Oh, yes there is, my dear. Yes, there is. The need for a tank began at the end of January, when a snowstorm turned into -50 F wind chills. Father Winter has been miserable ever since. Snow Ice More Snow More IceRead more

When Pigs Fly!

“The phrase ‘when pigs fly’ is an adynaton—a figure of speech so hyperbolic that it describes an impossibility. The implication of such a phrase is that the circumstances in question (the adynaton, and the circumstances to which the adynaton is being applied) will never occur.” I don’t believe Tank the piglet can fly, but he might be dreaming of it. Tank, the Kunekune piglet, lives on the farm from which Natasha and I purchase organic chicken and duck eggs. He andRead more