These are the days of watched pots,minced words, eggshell skulls.Take copious notes, log on,tune out. Everybody’s going pro.No bake sales, no library. Only stacksof back-to-school-style circulars.Chopped liver. These are the dayswhen even your Muse gets weird.
For Words Count with Mama Zen: WEIRD
See you in September conjures up so many memories, most of them good ~ a few definitely weird! Nice write!
ReplyDeleteHm... no wonder my muse has been so happy lately. She has always leaned towards the uncanny side.
ReplyDeleteNoooo, not the Muse, too!
ReplyDeleteMy friend used to say of me, admiringly, "When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro!" LOL.
ReplyDeletethat's the reference, Sherry... it's a quote by Hunter S. Thompson. :)
DeleteI think it is all that September tizzy to learn that has me weirded out....lol
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely love this, Marian--chopped liver, indeed. I don;t know if it is age, wisdom, or just repetition, but everything seems to get shallower and dumber all the time.
ReplyDeleteLazy days of summer are over… eggshell skulls - the do look like that, don't they?
ReplyDeleteI loved it. I can't even pick a favorite part. It's all great ... and way too true. It's a sad day when the libraries go abandoned, but for the patrons filling the computer chairs.
ReplyDeleteI so adore that first couplet. That's it exactly!
ReplyDeleteGreat final line: all so very true.
ReplyDeleteOh Hunter... and Marian! September delights me. I love all the weird, yet predictable, back-to-school, let's-get-into-fall, the-holidays-are-near hoopla.
ReplyDeleteWonderfully weird! I love your opening especially.
ReplyDeleteEven "even your Muse (got) weird," Marian. It does a person good to let go once in a while. You really were on norm for the back to school 'daze'. The fall weather does things to Him (your Muse is a him, huh? Mine is a her off and on, a unicorn or a goat at other times.).
ReplyDeleteOur today is like the days before and after a hurricane, full of moisture with a steady hard breeze blogging, and still hot, in the nineties. We have a tropical disturbance just sitting on our Galveston coastline. They are getting a lot of rain down there, we are to get rain Saturday and Sunday.
[So what did that have to do with your "watched pots, minced words, eggshell skulls?" (I loved that beginning, I used to be an egghead.)]
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I wish this didn't sound so normal to me!
ReplyDeleteWonderful--I am thinking of Paul Simon--hard days indeed. Thanks. k.
ReplyDeletethose damnable eggshell skulls... ~
ReplyDelete"eggshell skull" refers to a theory of law i studied in torts class in law school, which stands for the idea that you take your victim as you find them, i.e. if you commit a tort against someone (like by hitting them), you are (potentially) liable for all the harm they suffer, even if they are extremely fragile or sensitive. there was a case we studied about a boy who was only touched, not hit, and his leg shattered or something. i think about this idea a lot. IS THAT WEIRD?
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