...so for my faithful few remaining readers I'll start off with several weeks' worth of you-know-whats from you-know-where:
What is Lloyds of Londn?
What is the Lions Club?
What is turpitude?
What is Embassy Row?
What is Project Runway?
Who is Delilah?
Who are the Dionne quintuplets?
What is blithering?
What is Burkina Faso?
What is the Smithsonian?
What is the War of 1812?
What is Charing Cross?
What is jejune?
Who is Marco Polo?
Who is Charlemagne?
What is a Grand Duke?
What are bloodstones?
Who are the BeeGees?
What is the Atomic Energy Commission?
Yes, it's true. Nobody on Jeopardy! that day knew the BeeGees. I felt very old, to say nothing of the day on which they didn't know the Dionne quintuplets.
And just so you know, turpitude is always preceded by moral and blithering is always followed by idiot, just as violets are always shrinking and everything that looms is always large, never medium.
Trite phrases abound, n'est-ce pas?
During my absence from the blogosphere I missed the opportunity to observe publicly on October 4th the 69th anniversary of my mother's death in 1957. In many ways it seems like yesterday. I always remember the date because the Soviet Union launched Sputnik into space that day, which I didn't learn of until three days later. Mark Twain went out with Halley's Comet and Mama went out with Sputnik, by which I mean left, not dated. One has to be so careful not to confuse readers. Sometimes I succeed and sometimes I don't.
Time is elastic and unpredictable. It occurs to me that you can spend a lifetime with one person and it seems like an afternoon (Ellie and I have been married for 63 years, for instance), and you can spend an afternoon with another person and it seems like a lifetime (I won't name names, but it has happened to me).
In the next three months, if all goes as hoped, our fifth, sixth, and seventh great-grandchildren will be born.
Hope, as you may or may not know, is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul. Emily Dickinson said that. She was called the Belle of Amherst. It's the sort of thing Jeopardy! fans know, like the fact that Burkina Faso used to be called Upper Volta.
Since I don't want to wear out my welcome and lose what few remaining readers I still have, I will bring this post to a close. I hope (see above) to post more frequently in the future.
Hi Bob, good to see a post. I know most of the quiz questions. For instance, jejune is a word that regularly turns up in my codeword puzzles, probably useful because of the two j's. Burkina Faso frequently turns up as an answer in our Pointless quiz show. I do not know who Dionne Quintuplets are but I just looked them up and do now. I hope the rest of your year goes well. Rachel
ReplyDeleteThe Dionne quints were famous in Canada and the US during the 1930s and 1@4os (my mother’s era). Their fame faded after they became adults. All of them are gone now, I think. Half the fun on Jeopardy! is figuring out the clues, which are not always obvious. And speeds (pushing the buzzer before the other contestants) is important too. Thank you, Rachel!
DeleteAll most interesting. No need to apologize for being away. We're just glad you're back.
ReplyDeleteOnce again my comments are disappearing. Don't apologize for taking time from posting. We are just happy you're back.
ReplyDeleteYou said “we” and that also gives me hope. Thank you, Emma!
DeleteI commented. Where is my comment? Spam? Rachel
ReplyDeleteI'm pretty sure I have also written comments which are not appearing. But maybe I imagined writing them.
ReplyDeleteI could never get used to the Jeopardy way of asking a question to answer a question. I'd be the first person to be out of the game.
Great grandies 5, 6 & 7 will be a grand addition. My dad met his first and was delighted.
It's good to have you back
You don’t answer a question with a question on Jeopardy! because the clues aren’t questions, they are declarative sentences containing helpful hints.
ReplyDeleteWe know that 6 is a girl and 7 is a boy, but the parents of 5 are keeping us all in the dark because they have chosen to do it the old-fashioned way and not do a gender reveal.
It’s good to know that it’s good to have me back. The best best part of blogging is interacting with readers. Thank you, Kylie!