Rob and I share a dark sense of humor and a brief way of stating it. Brevity matters to me; well, that and clarity.
I hate having to read lengthy screeds, so I don’t. And I am not exactly sure what a screed is anyway.
Having digested many meals consisting of non-dual pap, I now write my own and they are always short and sweet. My essays seldom run over into a second page. You’re welcome!
There used to be a character played by Marion Lorne (look her up) on Mr. Peepers and she seemed always on the verge of a nervous breakdown and her speech was a word salad. I am beginning to take on her characteristics.
Rob and I had a brief flare-up on Christmas Eve that involved him accusing me of going down the cable news rabbit hole. Guilty as charged. (I wish someone with the initials D.J.T. would be so charged!)
I have to admit that he is right; one can OD on cable news. I, being a proud Democrat, must have at least an hour of MSNBC a day though or I have withdrawal symptoms.
Our Christmas was so pragmatic. Unknowingly, we each gave each other pots or pans. Due to the pandemic, we have seldom eaten out, so we have worn out our supply. Other than that, we also exchanged luxurious chocolates.
The grocery store was a zoo today, what with people shopping for the long holiday weekend. It will be full of freakishly warm weather, which will eventually morph into bitter cold. Until then, it will feel like April.
I haven’t said anything funny and I am at the end of the page. I will make it up to you, I promise.
Vicki Woodyard
When a writer uses brevity and clarity, the reader gets the message more easily and with greater depth — so I believe.
One has only to read one or two of your blogs to know that your writing style is “to the point” and so beckoning that we await your next message eagerly. MSNBC is my news station of choice — Rachel Maddow and Ari Melber are on my “must watch” routine. The year is nearly its end. This coming year, we shall share each other’s joys, sorrows and all of life’s circumstances with love, courage and strength from our Christ within. Peace and love to you, Vicki.
Thoughtful and encouraging words, dear Ruth! May we bloom where we are planted, wherever we might be.
Vicki,
I really appreciate the fact that you don’t dilly dally around with words….your are always spot on succinctly and with economy. And Ruth, you got it right! That’s our Vicki! Oh, and Rachel and Ari for a dose of facts is what I get daily. Like you said Vick; just an hour or so to catch up with the news of the day. With the world spinning so fast, things are constantly changing and always happening. I get the rabbit hole analogy. But maybe DJT ought to go down the snake hole he crawled out of. And preferably it looks like a jail cell, lol. Sorry, I was trying to be funny🤷🏼♀️😊.
You always make me laugh Vicki 😄😄. Oh and as of 5:31 here in Michigan, I heard there are some nasty storms down Georgia way.
Take care friend,
Tami
Rob is walking me through renewing my phone plan; he is my “keeper.” I am glad you guys are enjoying the intimacy of the blog. You made me giggle, so you get extra points, Tami!
Yes, we have had awful weather. I am sick of the holidays and the 3-day weekend will suck. Oh, well.Our newspaper just came out with a story detailing every crooked thing that DJT
did last year in Georgia. And yet, he is right. He has gotten away with murder (the covid deaths) but hopefully all of the chickens will come home to roost for him and buh bye, DJT.
I’m so sorry Vicki about the emojis I put in my comments. I forgot about that.
A waste of good white space 🙂
Happy New Year 2022 to both of You❤️🎊❤️So glad to read YOU-UU!!! Hugs from Switzerland, hanging in there in spring-like weather too. From here to there dearest Vicki friend…..sweet sweet Gratitude and loving Greetings🇨🇭
Silja, you have one of the most genuine hearts I have ever discovered. I am so happy you come here to share it with me. It is too spring-like here and that is because of global warming. Our planet is suffering abuse from its inhabitants and we will pay the price. Happy New Year, dear Silja.