Podcast 104 - ...there was the absolute wonder of gazing at 3-D ultrasound pictures of the embryo’s face, noble, a beacon of hope, and feeling the joy of the young mother and papa.
Once again you have tapped into the truth with your wisdom and wit. The comment about the orthopedic pants had me laughing. I loved the whole podcast. I always look forward to hearing your voice. So very many of us can relate. You make us happy and thoughtful.
In my 90th year of life I finally realize that what we American humans, who are awefully led by the most fanatically self-absorbed turmolier of all time need more of, are gentle geniuses like yourself, Mr. Keillor. Thank you sir, kindly. Sorry. Long sentence.
Garrison, thanks for saying it out loud! I can hear you since I’m wearing my “ear glasses” and they’re connected to my iPad. You have made time turn around, back up and meet me when I was much younger, and besides agreeing with you, it’s sure fun to feel young again!
Our Neighborhood pharmacy just closed, with just a few days warning (on Facebook and a sign in the door, no less) and automatically transferring scripts to a big name store 5 miles away...and we all thought that when the true neighborhood independent joined a small (but larger than independent) consortium of pharmacies (Hometown! Ha!) that it would be safe. I guess not. It's a very sad day :-( Enjoy the face of that soon-to-be-newborn, with the hope that its grace will save us all...
dreams for the not-yet-born child, how you want things you admire and love to still exist in her future, and the reminder that it is up to us to ensure that they do.
Regarding your dour expression, I, too, have such a face. I live with it, but often wish I could exchange it for something more agreeable. On page 167 of "A Member of the Family" by John Preston, I found yet another person who shares our countenance. He writes:
"My face is pulled into what is already now its familiar frown, a look my father refers to as a "funcha." It's a Sicilian word my father learned from his in-laws. It's a certain kind of frown, an expression of sadness and displeasure, a mixture of fear and fatigue. . . . It will follow me into adulthood, insinuate itself into my features so that, unless I am smiling, this "funcha" almost always takes over my face. It leads people to ask me what the matter is when nothing is wrong."
It helps, somehow, knowing that I'm not alone and knowing that there's a word for this facial expression.
What a wonder! You manage to hit the notes that seem to magically line up with the chords that come to mind, staying in the tempo and the rhythmic shape of whatever song it is that is obviously feeding your soul, because even though it's likely that you wrote out what we just heard, it was conversational in the best sense of that word, and it flowed to each point you wanted to make...with Beauty getting a special place of honor. Thank you for getting this out to us.
If it will make you feel any better, Garrison, when we see you in Santa Fe at a PHC show, I'll play the part of an old wino and hit you up for a handout . . . and considering how well you've done in your long life and are even still well known by lots and lots of people in their Golden Years, you can be as generous as you want with me. I won't mind.
Once again you have tapped into the truth with your wisdom and wit. The comment about the orthopedic pants had me laughing. I loved the whole podcast. I always look forward to hearing your voice. So very many of us can relate. You make us happy and thoughtful.
Soothing and somber. What a voice!
In my 90th year of life I finally realize that what we American humans, who are awefully led by the most fanatically self-absorbed turmolier of all time need more of, are gentle geniuses like yourself, Mr. Keillor. Thank you sir, kindly. Sorry. Long sentence.
Garrison, thanks for saying it out loud! I can hear you since I’m wearing my “ear glasses” and they’re connected to my iPad. You have made time turn around, back up and meet me when I was much younger, and besides agreeing with you, it’s sure fun to feel young again!
Our Neighborhood pharmacy just closed, with just a few days warning (on Facebook and a sign in the door, no less) and automatically transferring scripts to a big name store 5 miles away...and we all thought that when the true neighborhood independent joined a small (but larger than independent) consortium of pharmacies (Hometown! Ha!) that it would be safe. I guess not. It's a very sad day :-( Enjoy the face of that soon-to-be-newborn, with the hope that its grace will save us all...
Having just met an infant grandson whom I viewed as a "beauteous face in utero ," I thank you for this insightful and inspiring essay.
I love all of your hopes and
dreams for the not-yet-born child, how you want things you admire and love to still exist in her future, and the reminder that it is up to us to ensure that they do.
A perfect example if what we face by trying to live by phone or internet. Enough humor in the message to make us laugh
in recognition of this situation-but not cry.
NO ONE WILL EVER LOVE YOU LIKE YOUR DOG....AND I DO THINK THEY JOIN US IN HEAVEN....AMEN!
Regarding your dour expression, I, too, have such a face. I live with it, but often wish I could exchange it for something more agreeable. On page 167 of "A Member of the Family" by John Preston, I found yet another person who shares our countenance. He writes:
"My face is pulled into what is already now its familiar frown, a look my father refers to as a "funcha." It's a Sicilian word my father learned from his in-laws. It's a certain kind of frown, an expression of sadness and displeasure, a mixture of fear and fatigue. . . . It will follow me into adulthood, insinuate itself into my features so that, unless I am smiling, this "funcha" almost always takes over my face. It leads people to ask me what the matter is when nothing is wrong."
It helps, somehow, knowing that I'm not alone and knowing that there's a word for this facial expression.
What a wonder! You manage to hit the notes that seem to magically line up with the chords that come to mind, staying in the tempo and the rhythmic shape of whatever song it is that is obviously feeding your soul, because even though it's likely that you wrote out what we just heard, it was conversational in the best sense of that word, and it flowed to each point you wanted to make...with Beauty getting a special place of honor. Thank you for getting this out to us.
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Replying to myself: remember? It was only 5 minutes ago!
Oh, yes, the code I was sent to verify I’m not some nasty bottom dweller, bent on creating havoc.
If it will make you feel any better, Garrison, when we see you in Santa Fe at a PHC show, I'll play the part of an old wino and hit you up for a handout . . . and considering how well you've done in your long life and are even still well known by lots and lots of people in their Golden Years, you can be as generous as you want with me. I won't mind.
G. Keillor
Thanks for giving us hope. Bill in ORegon moved from Wisconsin.
the art of the run on and run around sentence...
To write a limerick about attic meat,
that would be a ground-up feat.