"Goosey, Goosey Gander"

How did it get to be September already? It seems just a few weeks ago I was taking pictures of this family, and the kids were all cunning little balls of yellow down. Now, they are fully grown and completely inexperienced and dumb as so many buckets of goose-poo. Life around here is so easy that they may not even bother to fly south. No wonder we are having a population explosion of Canada Honkers!

"Whither shall you wander?" Tomorrow in the late afternoon DH and I will mount a great silver bird, and fly to the fabled land of the south where fame grows midst the bouganvilla and celebrity falls like upon the lucky like shooting stars. Or, to put it another way, we're headed for LA. (and for all you housebreakers out there, I think you should know our sitter this year has a concealed weapons permit. Just asyin' . . .) I will do many photo ops and take a flock of photos. Roxie and the 1937 Ford for one. It's called the Bondolette because it was discovered rusting to death in a field, and most of the body is made of Bondo.(a repair putty used by car restorers.) We will be spending a day in Dizzyland as well. Shall I try to track down Mickey for pictures? Those poor SOBs who have to run around in those suits must earn hazardous duty pay. Between the heat and the mean little brats, life can be downright dangerous for cartoon characters.

"Upstairs, downstairs, and in my lady's chamber." These old nursery rhymes sure didn't make much sense, did they? A goose in boss-lady's bedroom? Someone is gonna catch hell over that! I read a scholarly dissertation once, that ring around the rosey was a song about the bubonic plague. Evidently, the "Ashes,ashes, we all fall down." was sepulchral end of the world stuff. Sometimes, I think scholarly interpretations say more about the scholars than about the works they consider. Sometimes, what they say is, "I have no idea what to write about, so I'm gonna make something up. If you buy this, then I have some oceanfront property in Montanna to offer you."

"There I met an old man who wouldn't say his prayers. I took him by the left leg, and threw him down the stairs." Did you know the last part of the rhyme? I didn't. I had to look it up. We are losing a lot of the old nursery rhymes right now. Who uses nursery rhymes with their kids now-a-days? Does any one play pat-a-cake or ring around the rosey? Did you? What's your favorite?