|Sunrise in the writing room.|
If I don't take a short refreshing nap today, I may find that my brain and tongue don't work well together as the day progresses. I like to blame those brain snaps on a weary mind or lack of sleep. Over the years I've kept a list of tangled tongue remarks that I've made, but perhaps my most lasting memory, or even my first memory of a tangled tongue came from my dad. He was suffering some severe should pain and rubbed it often hoping for some relief, but he also had bursitis in his elbow and shoulder joints. One day in frustration and pain he turned to my mother and I and groaned, "Helen, my shoulder burts." We never laughed at my dad unless it was a joke and this was not a joke, it just sounded funny. He seriously attempted his sentence again, "My shoulder burts." By then mother and I had lost our self control and rolled with laughter. Dad relaxed and laughed with it. Burts was added to our family vocabulary to describe real pain that comes from "bursitis and hurt" or any other reason to make light of joint pain.
Last weekend on the drive home from Norman Jack and I noticed a lot of cars heading north, like us, with KSU stickers and flags waving. Those Wildcat fans had just watched another football victory and were driving home with hopes of a new BCS ranking of #1. At a McDonald's stop in Perry, Oklahoma I was standing in line with four people dressed in purple and looking like they'd had as little sleep as I had from the football games the night before. When the moment was right I turned to them smiling and said, "You look like a happy group of "Stay-Katers." Their faces looked stunned and I felt numbed by my words so I tried again, "Stay-Katers" I blurted out only louder this time thinking I'd get it right. One lady came to my rescue before laughing out loud, "I know what you're saying." "Ok," I breathed deeply and said, "I mean you are happy Wildcat fans. Congratulations on the wins!"
|Carrots of the Piribean.|
I'm fearful today of what might slide out of mouth, but at least I know it won't be the first time. For those of you reading this, I'm guessing your tongue has tangled, too. You are welcome to share your stories in the comment box below.