First things first, this came from my mother the other day and I just couldn’t resist posting it here for all of you. A little humor to start the day off is always a good thing, I think.
“Lexophilia “Lexophile” describes those that have a love of words, especially in word games, such as “you can tune a piano, but you can’t tuna fish”, “To write with a broken pencil is pointless.” An annual competition is held by the New York Times to see who can create the best original lexophile. This year’s submissions:
I changed my iPod’s name to Titanic. It’s syncing now.
England has no kidney bank, but it does have a Liverpool.
Haunted French pancakes give me the crepes.
This girl today said she recognized me from the Vegetarians Club, but I’d swear I’ve never met herbivore.
I know a guy who’s addicted to drinking brake fluid, but he says he can stop any time.
A thief who stole a calendar got twelve months.
When the smog lifts in Los Angeles U.C.L.A.
I got some batteries that were given out free of charge.
A dentist and a manicurist married. They fought tooth and nail.
A will is a dead giveaway.
With her marriage, she got a new name and a dress.
Police were summoned to a daycare center where a three-year-old was resisting a rest.
Did you hear about the fellow whose entire left side was cut off? He’s all right now.
A bicycle can’t stand alone; it’s just two tired.
The guy who fell onto an upholstery machine last week is now fully recovered.
He had a photographic memory but it was never fully developed.
When she saw her first strands of gray hair she thought she’d dye.
Acupuncture is a jab well done. That’s the point of it.
I didn’t like my beard at first. Then it grew on me.
When you get a bladder infection, urine trouble.
When chemists die, they barium.
I stayed up all night to see where the sun went, and then it dawned on me.
I’m reading a book about anti-gravity. I just can’t put it down.
Those who get too big for their pants will be totally exposed in the end.“
And then there’s this…
My husband and I had a little stroll-date the other evening along one of our favorite places in New York City – The Highline.
The Highline, an abandoned elevated railway that transported all kinds of produce along Manhattan’s west side in the 30’s, was developed over the course of many years, and opened to the public in 2009. The 1.45 mile stretch is a public space filled with indigenous plants and features artwork and, pre-covid, performances.
We started out at 7pm making our way north. Because of the pandemic, one must secure a reservation for timed entry, making it even more spectacular than usual.
And finally there’s the documentary, My Octopus Teacher, that my husband and I saw on Netflix the other evening. It follows a South African man, in the midst of a personal crisis, who abandons his career to sort things out. What follows is the most incredible, poignant and powerful love story I’ve ever watched. It brings tears to my eyes just thinking about it. I absolutely loved this documentary.
Have a wonderful weekend! 💕