Excuse Me

Excuse me. I have to use... the men's room? the bathroom? the basement? the john? the water closet? the toilet? the restroom? the loo? the washroom? the lavatory? the outhouse? Got some free time on your hands this weekend? Check out the etymology of these words. You'll be amazed and yes, intrigued by what you find searching out these word origins. As for this 'mensroom', I've never set foot in a salon, ever. A saloon yes, a salon, not so much. First of all, to 'work' on ones feet is just plain weird, if you ask me. Fingernails? Don't go there, too embarrassing. Hair? I haven't set foot in a barbershop in 30 plus years, and you think I might survive a salon? I'll pamper myself for the holidays, but there are many less intrusive ways to go about it. Now, let's see the word loo has a very interesting derivative. Want to guess? Think about the number 100 and you're on the right track. Doing this might give you some 'relief'.

633

Show me! This railway car near Rocky Hill reminds me that 'talk is cheap'. Want to impress? Show me! Show me what you mean. Show me what you've done. Show me how it's done. Show me what you read. Do these things and I'll learn a lot about you, and in turn you'll learn a lot more about me. But be careful, you might be surprised at what you find. Remember, in life, things are not always as they appear. This macho, working railcar with colors of pink and baby blue might reveal something you're not expecting. Show me, but be ready to find something that might be unsettling.

Youth vs Age

I'm sure you've seen them. These athletic t-shirts are all the backs of teens these days. At thirteen, they're living the dream. Some days I wonder if they even understand what the words they carry on their backs mean. Are these coaching moments gone bad? Are these as innocent as walking around sporting a Mickey Mouse or Hello Kitty t-shirt? Sometimes I have to stop and take stock. Ah... kids today! Risk Everything; Fear Nothing; Live No Regrets. By now, most of us have learned that as adulthood dawns this philosophy becomes a recipe for disaster. Piggybacking on yesterday's post of 'coulda, woulda, shoulda', I remember those soothing words of advice I got many times from that wonderful philosopher Bea, when my 'best laid plans' went array.
"Don't worry. In the long run, everything works out for the best."
They have served me well. No Regrets!

Episode 1

(while in the alcove, waiting to be seated, an overheard conversation between four young ladies at Bintliff's American Cafe)

"Well, it was all to happen after swimming practice. We had everything planned out, all the moves. It was a foolproof plan. It couldn't fail.
Ah... we each got 30 days of community service."
Lots of laughter!