We are down to 9 -- from the original 15 -- duckies on the pond at my office. I am dreading the Monday count as we have figured out that weekends -- when there are fewer humans, cars, etc. around the buildings -- are when the predation by other members of the animal kingdom really kicks in.
Everyone I talked to had this kind of week. Let's blame it on planet alignment.
Anonymous said…
We have a hand-sign for going to "hell in a hand basket":
you hold your hands at your chest, ball them into fists, thumbs inward as if you are carrying a handbasket. Bounce your hands up and down a little to simulate the journey.
Took me a second to get the visual, and I had to practice here in the office, making me look, no doubt, like a complete imbecile. But the way I see it, it is similar to the "riding a horsey" hand movement we used to do as kids? Thumbs together, holding the reins? Is that it? Planet alignment, no doubt, last week. Something was retrograde, and it wasn't only the ex's mental state.
Oh, and about the ducklings--could be snapping turtles. My mom had ducklings on her pond. They disappeared one by one as turtle snacks. It's a cruel world out there. Sniff.
Anonymous said…
you got the hand sign, julie! Be sure to hold the proper facial expression: on your way to hell, not so much a gay ride on a horsey. It's a subtle distinction, but one that demonstrates your mastery of the sign. Bob
A wry face might be called for here, as in definition #2?
wri·er (rr) or wry·er, wri·est (rst) or wry·est 1. Dryly humorous, often with a touch of irony. 2. Temporarily twisted in an expression of distaste or displeasure: made a wry face. 3. Abnormally twisted or bent to one side; crooked: a wry nose. 4. Being at variance with what is right, proper, or suitable; perverse.
Anonymous said…
Two weekends have past since my previous post on this subject, and no one is more surprised than I to discover that, as of post-Memorial-Day-Tuesday morning, there are still 9 duckies. I don't think the phony pond environment around my office will support 10 adult ducks so something is going to have to give at some point...
I wonder if the adults run the offspring off once they get to a goodly size. I know raccoons do that. Cynthia would probably know because she used to do those Make Way for Duckling tours in Boston. I'll try to remember to ask. We just had a picnic at Lake Griffy. No ducks there tonight, but some very loud frogs were lurking.
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Mary
you hold your hands at your chest, ball them into fists, thumbs inward as if you are carrying a handbasket. Bounce your hands up and down a little to simulate the journey.
Always gets a laugh,
Bob
bob, here in the midwest several of us are trying the handbasket signals, but we're not sure we've quite got it down. photo?
Be sure to hold the proper facial expression: on your way to hell, not so much a gay ride on a horsey. It's a subtle distinction, but one that demonstrates your mastery of the sign.
Bob
wri·er (rr) or wry·er, wri·est (rst) or wry·est
1. Dryly humorous, often with a touch of irony.
2. Temporarily twisted in an expression of distaste or displeasure: made a wry face.
3. Abnormally twisted or bent to one side; crooked: a wry nose.
4. Being at variance with what is right, proper, or suitable; perverse.
mary
I'll try to remember to ask.
We just had a picnic at Lake Griffy. No ducks there tonight, but some very loud frogs were lurking.