“Ultimately, the roast turkey must be regarded as a monument to Boomer’s love.
Look at it now, plump and glossy, floating across Idaho as if it were a mammoth, mutated seed pod. Hear how it backfires as it passes the silver mines, perhaps in tribute to the origin of the knives and forks of splendid sterling that a roast turkey and a roast turkey alone possesses the charisma to draw forth into festivity from dark cupboards.
Romance stories! Think Lifetime movies, or paperback novels with the cute covers you see at the grocery store at the checkout line. The things we watch -and read- when we are utterly bored or in need of a hefty dose of cheesiness.
The opposite of page-turners. The dime novels, the novelettes, the potboilers, the penny novels, the penny dreadfuls.
I am a light sleeper. I hear unusual noises in the house. I notice the coughing of the dogs, can hear the whistles of the train or people walking by. Every sound out of the ordinary seems to get my attention and my inner alarm system wakes me up.
To be so strong that nothing
can disturb your peace of mind.
To talk health, happiness, and prosperity
to every person you meet.
Regardless of how one interprets the story of Max and Moritz, the famous picture book is actually considered to be the pioneer of modern comics.
Children’s books first appeared in the later 18th century and were strongly moralizing and educational. The books were meant to teach and instruct, not to entertain, and the child figures in those books behaved like miniature adults.
My husband had just finished mowing the yard and when he came back into the house a sweaty mess, I looked at him and smiled, “You look like Moritz,” I said and his face went blank.
“No sight so sad as that of a naughty child,” he began, “especially a naughty little girl. Do you know where the wicked go after death?”
“They go to hell,” was my ready and orthodox answer.
The headline made me so happy, I had to share it with everybody I know and of course, that includes my readers here on The Happy Quitter.