Friday, July 19, 2013

Sunglasses - A Fashion Accessory? And Where Did 'much' Go?

I've begun to notice sunglasses - sometimes referred to as shades or Ray-Bans, I think.  The thing that strikes me about this observation is that they appear to be used as some sort of jewelry - worn: atop the head, on back of the neck, under the chin, dangling from a pocket, or hung in a shirt/blouse (front or back.).  Rarely have I seen them worn in front of the eyes.  I even saw a pro golfer on TV today move them from atop his head to back of his neck as part of his set up for a bogey putt (which he missed.)  It certainly seems like they've lost their utilitarian function.

I wonder when it happened.

This societal change passed me by, as have so many others: the deletion of the word 'much' as a preface to 'fun' (when did "so much fun" become "so fun"?)  None of the online dictionaries accept that phrasing as valid, and we all know that online info is the authority in all disputes.  I am not, in case you wonder, some sort of lexicographer or definition nazi, but it just grates on me, chalk on a blackboard like, when I hear it used.

I don't have much, no make that 'any', more to contribute to this post so I'm going to pop it up on the blog.

Friday, July 12, 2013

Freedom, Independence, and Toilet Seats

We just passed the 237th anniversary of our Declaration of Independence, our demand to govern ourselves, to become independent of a government that in no way represented the people; it was in essence a declaration of war.  But it was more than that; it was a promise to the populace, at least to those not shackled by slavery, that a new government would be created to serve and represent them.

But that's not the freedom and independence I'm thinking about.

What prompted the title of this piece was the birthday trip I gave to my love, Carol, to visit all her siblings in Alabama.  The rare occurrence of having all of them in one place was too good to pass up, so I thought it the perfect gift, and it was.  As a result I occupied our home for five days alone save for Zorro and Elvis, our two cats.  Since all three of us were male (with certain modifications relating to reproductive functionality,) it became our man cave.  What does that really mean?

In the case of Zorro and Elvis, not much, well nothing really.  To me it meant: not making the bed, leaving more than one day's dishes in the sink, and the real kicker leaving the toilet seat up.  Actually, the one I left up was broken, but I didn't replace it until the morning of the day I was due to pick Carol up at the airport. Anyway, for four nights the boys and I puttered around the house, avoiding most meaningful chores.  Well, I puttered, they pretty much slept until their exercise period, which coincides with my normal bedtime. I managed to get some constructive things done, but not many.  Instead I wrote, played solitaire, cleaned up a few things in my garage, and painted a shelf.

As I said earlier, I managed to hold off on replacing the toilet seat until the last day.  As far as dishes, I ran the dishwasher twice and actually changed the sheets on the schedule Carol always maintains, but I did it because I wanted to.  All in all it was an exciting, though brief, taste of freedom from household customs.

Let freedom ring!