TIME BACKWARDS SPELLS EMIT
You know, I've never heard that before. Somehow it must mean something. Maybe by the end of this entry, it'll come to me.
One of my favorite Yogi Berra-isms is when someone asked him "what time is it?" Yogi's response, "You mean right now?"
Recently when I wished a friend of mine a happy birthday and reminded him of some of our neighborhood times growing up, he replied "How can something that happened 50 years ago be so fresh in our minds making it seem like it was only yesterday?" I agreed.
I can recall with clarity where I was sitting in my second grade classroom and where a cute little blond, Julia Marlowe, was sitting two rows away from me. It was only the second time I had taken notice of a cute girl. I was staring at her instead of Mrs. Smith when Julia looked at me with an expression of "What!?" I quickly glanced away. I'd say I returned my attention to the teacher, but that would only be conjecture on my part. I just remember feeling as though I had been caught doing something I shouldn't have.
So that time, I emitted a blood rush to the face, probably. Notice how I worked in emit with time? I knew I could do it.
To send forth, a discharge, to utter, to voice are all definitions according to my Random House Webster's College Dictionary. And that is very apropos, for time does each. It sends us out, maybe way too early. I still have trouble, for instance, with kindergarten graduation complete with robes and diplomas. Eradication of childhood is a real peeve of mine.
Discharging, oh yeah. We are relived of obligations at every stage of our life. Some, of course, are added on as we age, but the discharges are there in force.
Uttering. You bet. Time utters a lot to me these days. I'm slower to get up from my chair. Time utters "stiff as a board" that echoes from my parents' lives when I was still at home. Time tells me more and more that I can't stay up late anymore. Or it redefines late for me.
Time also allows me to voice more now. There was a time when I ignored a lot of things that were offensive to me. No more. Twice this Summer I've confronted people in public about their language within ear shot of my wife and me. I guess the teacher in me still tries to educate those about respect and decency.
Time and emit really do go together. I think radar does, too when spelled backwards.
You know, I've never heard that before. Somehow it must mean something. Maybe by the end of this entry, it'll come to me.
One of my favorite Yogi Berra-isms is when someone asked him "what time is it?" Yogi's response, "You mean right now?"
Recently when I wished a friend of mine a happy birthday and reminded him of some of our neighborhood times growing up, he replied "How can something that happened 50 years ago be so fresh in our minds making it seem like it was only yesterday?" I agreed.
I can recall with clarity where I was sitting in my second grade classroom and where a cute little blond, Julia Marlowe, was sitting two rows away from me. It was only the second time I had taken notice of a cute girl. I was staring at her instead of Mrs. Smith when Julia looked at me with an expression of "What!?" I quickly glanced away. I'd say I returned my attention to the teacher, but that would only be conjecture on my part. I just remember feeling as though I had been caught doing something I shouldn't have.
So that time, I emitted a blood rush to the face, probably. Notice how I worked in emit with time? I knew I could do it.
To send forth, a discharge, to utter, to voice are all definitions according to my Random House Webster's College Dictionary. And that is very apropos, for time does each. It sends us out, maybe way too early. I still have trouble, for instance, with kindergarten graduation complete with robes and diplomas. Eradication of childhood is a real peeve of mine.
Discharging, oh yeah. We are relived of obligations at every stage of our life. Some, of course, are added on as we age, but the discharges are there in force.
Uttering. You bet. Time utters a lot to me these days. I'm slower to get up from my chair. Time utters "stiff as a board" that echoes from my parents' lives when I was still at home. Time tells me more and more that I can't stay up late anymore. Or it redefines late for me.
Time also allows me to voice more now. There was a time when I ignored a lot of things that were offensive to me. No more. Twice this Summer I've confronted people in public about their language within ear shot of my wife and me. I guess the teacher in me still tries to educate those about respect and decency.
Time and emit really do go together. I think radar does, too when spelled backwards.
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