~Living a life of sophisticated domestication deep in the heart of Texas~

Sunday, August 28, 2016

If wishes were horses...

...beggars would ride.

I stated this charming little ditty in what was an attempt at an early morning conversation (I should know better) with my husband.  He said some things about it which prompted one of my I'net searches and I found that these words come out of the 16th century as a nursery rhyme.  It's called a English language proverb.

Wikipedia suggests lyrics as:

If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.
If turnips were watches, I'd wear one by my side.
If "if's" and "and's" were pots and pans,
There'd be no work for tinkers' hands.

... and a shorter version:

If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.
If turnips were bayonets, I'd wear one by my side.

The Wikipedia article turned out to be really interesting to me, and it was quite reassuring, in that I had remembered the words correctly and it was an entirely appropriate thing to say, given the context of what might have been a lovely, cozy conversation.  I seem to recall a table discussion in one of my college literature classes during the Olde English study periods, now that I think of it.  I think I'm going to look up something on "pillow talk" next.  

Saturday, August 13, 2016

I don't know about you, but ...

I'm pretty much right here these days.  That mental list with two columns that seems so sensible and organized one moment (when things aren't going the way I want) and then (when things simmer down and seem to normalize) I'm all ready to toss the list and go with my feelings.  Which, unfortunately, are very temporary and change more times in a day than I want to confess.

"They" say we make our own happiness.  I don't really believe that.  My happiness can be right "here" these days and just disappear in a flash, or drain away before I can get my bearings.  How does that happen?  I've let life get the best of me and I'm more controlled by the doings or undoings of someone other than me.  When the who and what I am is diminished to the point where I'm about to disappear...

Well, I'd better just fall back on one of my boyhowdys.  Or would that be boyhowdies?