As a very active teen, my dad required me to rest on the sofa for 30 minutes every school day so I would not “burn out” - guess what- from then on to my current 81 st year naps have a daily treat.
GK, we both, myself the slightly elder, have led outside and inside lives through a World War called 2 to a War we don't label anymore very well. You'd think we learned from WW1 just a few generations earlier, but no, we did not. Viet Nam was a lost, and we all learned what skirmishes were.
Stop here! Whey haven't we learned from a "Jack Armnstrong" on the box? One wiith a "magic ring" in the box too!
Now it's all the heroes on the Wheaties box. They are each the olympic leaders of their own skills and merit. Well and good, we guess. Your merits, Garrison, can't be touched in the stories that my Aunt Bridget used to bring us from Saskatchewan.
In your own words in a Thanksgiving prayer placed in the Strib years ago: "More we do not need." More true for most we cannot be. That's a wisdom passed on at no charge.
Upstate NY the eclipse was fuzzy thru the clouds and visually disappointing. But the media frenzy around the country and the world created a bonding buzz with all humanity that was positive.
Instead of watching a disaster unfold, or a coup' d'etat in Washington, the eclipse was a shared glimpse to behold and enjoy with millions thanks to scientific knowledge. It was a unifying experience.
I'm a few weeks older than you and use the excuse that I'm making up for all the naps I refused to take before I got to age seven. Thank you for the many years my family listened to, was entertained by, and enjoyed PHC. I keep busy and enjoy my retirement. Thank you, Mr. Keillor.
Thank you, Mr. Keillor, for causing the memory jog that took me back to remember the origins of the word nap and the way it was used when it wiggled its way into Middle English from Old High German. (Some of your fellow English majors weren’t smart enough, or hadn’t the baritone, to go into radio, and curved their spines over Ph.D. studies of medieval manuscripts like monks of old). So, a brief point, Chaucer uses it synonymously with “sleep” in the Manciple’s Tale, and now that we know medieval folks often took a break in the middle of the night and got up to do Lord knows what, except those of us over 70 have a pretty good idea, and the clever synonyms come from this period too: nod, doze.
I suppose I’m a reluctant authority on the subject of napping, as many retired English professors are, because we’ve seen so much of it over the decades. It was once a favorite thing to do to give signals to a class to quietly exit a room at the end of an hour leaving the napper in his bliss, imagining his confusion waking in silence, perhaps late to Calculus.
Higher education is full of teachable moments.
Now, if only I could stand on one foot for thirty seconds. I’m a little afeered of that.
If I loved this piece any more, I'd have to marry it. A good nap is a cure for so many conundrums. Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray thee Lord my cares to keep, let my soul fly before I awake, I pray thee Lord my worry take. Amen.
It's nap or snap. Got it.
I heartily agree!!
No disappointment whatsoever. Now time for coffee and meds and a short nap a little later.
As a very active teen, my dad required me to rest on the sofa for 30 minutes every school day so I would not “burn out” - guess what- from then on to my current 81 st year naps have a daily treat.
A wise father indeed.
My naps are bland but my night time dreams are grand. ❤️
GK, we both, myself the slightly elder, have led outside and inside lives through a World War called 2 to a War we don't label anymore very well. You'd think we learned from WW1 just a few generations earlier, but no, we did not. Viet Nam was a lost, and we all learned what skirmishes were.
Stop here! Whey haven't we learned from a "Jack Armnstrong" on the box? One wiith a "magic ring" in the box too!
Now it's all the heroes on the Wheaties box. They are each the olympic leaders of their own skills and merit. Well and good, we guess. Your merits, Garrison, can't be touched in the stories that my Aunt Bridget used to bring us from Saskatchewan.
In your own words in a Thanksgiving prayer placed in the Strib years ago: "More we do not need." More true for most we cannot be. That's a wisdom passed on at no charge.
Sounds as though you got out on the wrong side of the bed after your nap.
I got out on the nearer side. It's a large bed. I never considered crawling across it.
Spent the eclipse with just my family and truly felt awed and amazed. Perhaps a crowd of hundreds or more broke the magic.
"Feeling better" is ok, but I would rather feel fabulous...
Upstate NY the eclipse was fuzzy thru the clouds and visually disappointing. But the media frenzy around the country and the world created a bonding buzz with all humanity that was positive.
Instead of watching a disaster unfold, or a coup' d'etat in Washington, the eclipse was a shared glimpse to behold and enjoy with millions thanks to scientific knowledge. It was a unifying experience.
I'm still learning
I'm a few weeks older than you and use the excuse that I'm making up for all the naps I refused to take before I got to age seven. Thank you for the many years my family listened to, was entertained by, and enjoyed PHC. I keep busy and enjoy my retirement. Thank you, Mr. Keillor.
I like napping. They are getting longer and more frequent to achieve the desired effect.
Just enough words. Nothing wasted.
Thank you, Mr. Keillor, for causing the memory jog that took me back to remember the origins of the word nap and the way it was used when it wiggled its way into Middle English from Old High German. (Some of your fellow English majors weren’t smart enough, or hadn’t the baritone, to go into radio, and curved their spines over Ph.D. studies of medieval manuscripts like monks of old). So, a brief point, Chaucer uses it synonymously with “sleep” in the Manciple’s Tale, and now that we know medieval folks often took a break in the middle of the night and got up to do Lord knows what, except those of us over 70 have a pretty good idea, and the clever synonyms come from this period too: nod, doze.
I suppose I’m a reluctant authority on the subject of napping, as many retired English professors are, because we’ve seen so much of it over the decades. It was once a favorite thing to do to give signals to a class to quietly exit a room at the end of an hour leaving the napper in his bliss, imagining his confusion waking in silence, perhaps late to Calculus.
Higher education is full of teachable moments.
Now, if only I could stand on one foot for thirty seconds. I’m a little afeered of that.
♥️
If I loved this piece any more, I'd have to marry it. A good nap is a cure for so many conundrums. Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray thee Lord my cares to keep, let my soul fly before I awake, I pray thee Lord my worry take. Amen.