Trend Fatigue---Hearts and Syntax

  How long is the Hand Heart destined to last?  Cute the first few thousand times, but now it makes me feel like breaking thumbs.
  And the Carter Family should be rolling over in their graves about the current  rephrasing of their poignant, "Will you miss me when I'm gone?"  Even Mother Maybelle, perhaps never  the most avid proponent of proper syntax, must shudder to hear, "You're gonna miss me by my hair, You're gonna miss  me everywhere."  Combined with "You're gonna miss me by my walk, You're gonna miss me by my talk,"the song makes a mockery of  the  English language.  That little ditty just sticks in your head though, doesn't it? And makes you want to form a reply -----"I'm gonna miss you by your weight, I'm gonna miss you by your pate,"  you fat, balding S.O.B."

OK, then--Whatever.....

......"OK, then. Whatever." These were Brad's words  to me after I said I didn't think his call was legitimate, and told him not to call me again.  Even though he was calling from Windows about a problem with my computer. 

The Ice Cream Oath

     We promised each other we would never do it.  We would never take our future child's melting ice cream cone out of its little hands, lick the dribbling area around the circumference of the cone, and hand it back, with the process to be repeated as necessary.  Back when we were teenagers, my friend and I used to sit on the porch of an ice cream store on a summer day and watch as young mothers leaving the store with their children would stop to talk to friends. On a warm day, the mothers would, almost as if it were an instinct, neaten up their children's ice cream cones in this manner without even pausing in their conversation.  We, as yet untainted by motherhood, would observe, appalled.  Yuck! How could they!
    "Promise me," said my friend one day, "that you will never do that, even if we do some day have kids."   I was more than in accord, so I took the oath. "No, I will never lick my child's dripping ice cream cone."  And I never did, although I did have three children.  Even as toddlers, they had to take care of their own ice cream dribbles.

SMALL BUSINESS (really small)

  Yesterday I attended the Small Business /Craft Fair Expo at the Schaghticoke Fairgrounds.  There were 3 buildings full of vendors.  I bought a pumpkin for $5.00 and I think that may have been the major sale of the day, except for cider doughnuts and curly fries.  Attendance was sparse, the weather not optimal, but the event is scheduled to run through Sunday.  I hope it will be worth the trouble of setting up all the display booths, but I would project the outlook as dismal.

P.P.D.

Can you suffer from post-partum depression 2 years after giving birth?  5 years?  35 years?   Didn't that used to be called by another name?

Where art thou?

    Sometimes I'll be typing along on my computer keyboard,  and look up to see that nothing has appeared on the screen.  I know I entered the words;  I wonder where they went, how they just disappeared into the ether.  I suppose they could suffer the same fate as all the ideas you've mentally translated into words over the years---questions, explanations, ---but never got around to verbalizing.  When you die, they all end up in Limbo.

The AARP website says "Millions of Americans over age 65 are suffering from undiagnosed depression."   How is it possible for anyone to make this statement?  What type of survey could possibly identify those whose depression has not been diagnosed?  That would mean the survey takers would be making the diagnosis of the millions undiagnosed.  Sounds like something out of Joseph Heller-land.