Periodically I get in the mood just to play with words. This, at one time, irritated my Little Lady, but it does make writing interesting. My Guelph residing niece knows this, so quite often, through email, she’ll forward on to me something that she thinks might be of humour or interest. From the deep dark depths of my chuckle bucket, which I shuffle through often, I’ve come up with a list of interesting anagrams which she forwarded to me last September. They are simply a bunch of words with rearranged letters. Here they are:
DORMITORY: DIRTY ROOM.
PRESBYTERIAN: BEST IN PRAYER.
ASTRONOMER: MOON STARER.
DESPERATION: A ROPE ENDS IT.
THE EYES: THEY SEE.
GEORGE BUSH: HE BUGS GORE.
THE MORSE CODE: HERE COMES DOTS.
SLOT MACHINES: CASH LOST IN ME.
ANIMOSITY: IS NO AMITY.
ELECTION RESULTS: LIES – LET’S RECOUNT.
A DECIMAL POINT: I’M A DOT IN PLACE.
SNOOZE ALARMS: ALAS! NO MORE Zs.
THE EARTHQUAKES: THAT QUEER SHAKE.
ELEVEN PLUS TWO: TWELVE PLUS ONE.
And this last one – don’t blame it on me.
MOTHER-IN-LAW: WOMAN HITLER.
And while I’m on a roll, here is one you can chalk up to my guilt. Have the letters S and V leap-frog position in the word conversation and you’ll have the word conservation, which is a subject much closer to my heart. In other words, let’s stop the lip service and enjoy a little more action. Let’s get off of our butts and go plant a few more trees. By doing so you will encourage others to recognize a gradual undercurrent awakening, world wide, to the realization that there is a definite symbiotic connection, a unity, a coherence, larger than ourselves; and people around the world, are beginning to realize this. If the Homo sapiens species is to survive, in growing numbers, we must change globally the fatal head-long plundering which generations of narrow government mind-set have led us. Each, and everyone can, and must, help redirect this folly.
As a point of interest, during a couple of past weekends, I, with indirect assistance of a couple of others, grasped the opportunity and with two of my teenage grandsons, working off their 40 community service hours planting over 650 quite large potted oak and cedar trees.
It was a couple of fun and worthwhile, twin days, of satisfaction; leaving a green and growing legacy for the enjoyment of those yet to be born.
In the meantime, in between time, I have had the pleasure of working, for a couple of days, as a volunteer with those of the Green Legacy program. Wow. Wow. And add another wow to that. What a major fascinating operation this has turned out to be.
Thousands and thousands, of many species, of native trees are sprouted from seed, and then planted in plugs and pots to be grown on, from knee high to beyond head height, ready to be planted out in both major and minor, rural and urban areas. Never have I been more impressed. The County of Wellington and its dedicated Green Legacy staff should be highly commended. And a high toss of my soggy sombrero is due to all the volunteers who find the time to help when and where they can. They have every reason to be proud.
By the way folks, this is the weekend I’ll be at The Christmas Book Fair, Nov. 22, from noon to 4pm at Cherry Hill Entertainment, Fergus Marketplace, 125 Queen Street West. A donation from IAIC (Independent Authors and Illustrators of Canada) of which I am a founding member, will be made to the Wellington County learning Centre, which promotes literacy throughout the county. This is your chance folks, to help us help them. Hope to see you all there.
Take care, ‘cause we care.