Shooting the rapids
Hey! it’s wet!
The next three are a sequence. Can you tell what is going on?
Hey, fella, the skis are supposed to be on your feet!
ON YOUR FEET!
Ah! Oh! Yuck! Eek! Is that a safety rope he is attached to? No confi-- LOOK OUT!
Oooh, pretty!
And the last three are a sequence from the video.
Hey, mister, you’re supposed to get in before you take off!
Hey, mister, you’re supposed to get in before you take off!
Go on! Make a fool of yourself!
You’re almost in, and headed straight down. Clever!
A bit of humor to sober things up --
‘TWAS THE MONTH AFTER CHRISTMAS
From Kay Weeks
'Twas the month after Christmas, and all through the house,
Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.
The cookies I'd nibbled, the chocolate I'd taste
At the holiday parties had gone to my waist.
When I got on the scales there arose such a number!
When I walked to the store (less a walk than a lumber),
I'd remember the marvelous meals I'd prepared;
The gravies and sauces and beef nicely rared,
The wine and the rum balls, the bread and the cheese
And the way I'd never said, "No thank you, please."
As I dressed myself in my husband's old shirt
And prepared once again to do battle with dirt...
I said to myself, as I only can,
"You can't spend a winter, disguised as a man!"
So, away with the last of the sour cream dip.
Get rid of the fruit cake, every cracker and chip.
Every last bit of food that I like
(such as kolacky, dumplings, meringue cookies, and caramels)
must be banished
‘Til all the additional ounces have vanished.
I won't have a cookie, not even a lick.
I'll want only to chew on a long celery stick.
I won't have hot biscuits, or corn bread, or pie.
I'll munch on a carrot and quietly cry.
I'm hungry, I'm lonesome, and life is a bore...
But isn't that what January is for?
Unable to giggle, no longer a riot.
Happy New Year to all, and to all a good diet!
Mountaintops and snow and ice and death-defying risks are for Someone Else. Brrr. YOWWWW!
ReplyDeleteI guess we can live vicariously through Don's blog (without needing protective gear, or --uhh--winter sports insurance.)
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