by George Bilgere When Odysseus finally does get home he is understandably upset about the suitors, who have been mooching off his wife for twenty years, drinking his wine, eating his mutton, etc. In a similar situation today he would seek legal counsel. But those were different times. With the help of his son Telemachus he slaughters roughly one hundred and ten suitors and quite a number of young ladies, although in view of their behavior I use the term loosely. Rivers of blood course across the palace floor. I too have come home in a bad mood. Yesterday, for instance, after the department meeting, when I ended up losing my choice parking spot behind the library to the new provost. I slammed the door. I threw down my book bag in this particular way I have perfected over the years that lets my wife understand the contempt I have for my enemies, which is prodigious. And then with great skill she built a gin and tonic that would have pleased the very gods, and with epic patience she list...
Use to give my children superman rides!
ReplyDeleteMakes me want to roll over on my back for my kiddos. Haven't done this since there were little -- ah, and I was younger. I think I could still do it...
ReplyDeletePerfect song for the video! Thanks.
I love this...
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Smiles!
SWEEEEEEET We all need to fly.
ReplyDeleteThere could be worse going on while you're at work.
ReplyDeleteMy husband used to lift Rachel up with her back against the ceiling. She'd paste her hands and feet up there like she was a fly. She couldn't speak, but she always made it known when she wanted to fly.
How wonderful to meet you, so unexpectedly, a writer and a poet with a nurturing heart and soul. I shall return.
ReplyDeleteThanks all--I so enjoy Ethan's videos and his music, and actually love the fact that while I'm schlepping at work someone else is literally dancing in the streets. If me...think I might get arrested:>)
ReplyDeleteMe and You? Are you calling me a rubbish bin?
ReplyDeleteThis is marvelous, with perfect song to match! When I was growing up we lived outside of Reno and there was a guy called "The Waver" who walked along HWY. 395 everyday waving at cars as they sped by. I hadn't thought of him for years.......
ReplyDeleteNice song.
ReplyDeleteYour writing is lovely.. absolutely lovely. You write like someone who feels and writes. Loved your blog, am starting to follow it.
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