1. I miss some of the whimsy I used to enjoy in The New Yorker that the magazine has moved away from.
One whimsical feature, so small and inconspicuous, tucked in, as I remember, at the end of articles, that it would be easy to miss, was Block That Metaphor! It featured examples of figurative language and mixed metaphors abuses that appeared in other publications. They were unfailingly funny!
Today, as I read some writers at The Athletic forecasting how they thought tonight's Florida/Houston game would come out, one writer mixed his metaphors in the following sentence, a sentence that suddenly made me leery about all the blood I've had drawn from my arm since the transplant, suddenly anxious that my mindset might have been drawn out with the blood! 🤣🤣🤣
So, here's the sentence.
BLOCK THAT METAPHOR!
Writing about the Houston Cougars, the writer asserted:
"These are grown men with a never-die mindset flowing through their veins."
2. I listened to the Houston/Florida game on the radio and, sadly for the Cougars, some of their never-die mindset must have leaked out of their veins.
Houston committed four turnovers in the last 1:21 of the game and lost by two points to Florida, 65-63.
3. Maybe I should be somewhat restless.
I write this because I've been spending the last few days since my Friday blood draw in CdA contentedly staying home, reading, working puzzles, cooking, enjoying Copper and Gibbs, keeping up on current events, and grateful that, for the time being at least, life in the small world of our home, family, friends, and pets is so calm, joyous even --I'm thinking of Debbie's experience with family in Chicago over the weekend and Carol and Paul's enjoyment of their visit to Moscow to see Bucky --while in the big world of government and finances, things are, as I see them, tumultuous, uncertain, uneasy.
Multiple realities are competing for my attention and for how I feel day to day.
I see Copper having curled himself into a ball, asleep at the edge of my small pile of flannel sheets that need laundered, and it helps my perspective to know he's not upset by wars, financial chaos, or even the NCAA basketball tournaments. He's content to be fed, have me shoo Gibbs away when Gibbs scream barks at him, have a clean litter box, and be provided with comfortable places to rest and sleep.
I've been more self-reliant during my days in the house than Copper can be, but, still, he helps keep my mindset balanced.
(My mindset, by the way, that is not flowing through my veins!)
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