RE: Russell Island, AGAIN...
May 13, 2020 at 1:26 pm
(This post was last modified: May 13, 2020 at 1:37 pm by Brian37.)
As an aside to all reading this. There is a backstory to my use of the word "veranda" in this poem.
Long before I met Bob, the inspiration of this poem. Back when I was a kid, growing up, my late mother tried to drill into me upper middle class argyle sweaters and prim and proper Martha Stewart etiquette as a kid. Mind you in her late years she ditched that bullshit. But growing up being awkward and not fitting that mold, it was not fun.
I once had my mom, come in the front door, slam it, and start yelling at me. "Get your feet of the automan!" ....... I was baffled at her sudden blow up. But she kept repeating "Get your feet off the automan". Finally I realized she meant "FOOT STOOL". And all I could think at the time was, "Sorry mom, my name is not Biff, I don't go to Harvard, and I don't date Muffy".
To my late mother's credit, the older she got, the less stuffy on image she became.
So fast forward to my late Australian friend Bob. I was always envious of his accent. He reminded me of both James Bond and Crocodile Dundee.
So one day when we were on video chat, I asked him for a video tour of his house. And he said , "I am out on the veranda".
I had never heard that word before. Just like when my mom called a foot stool a "automan".
I couldn't figure out what the fuck he was talking about. I did of course eventually figure it out. But ever since the word "veranda" when I finally figured out what it meant, " A FUCKING DECK" , Teased Bob of being Higgins from Magnum PI.
Humans take walks NOT CONSTITUTIONALS. And as much as I hate my best friends for using those terms, I FUCKING GET IT.
Long before I met Bob, the inspiration of this poem. Back when I was a kid, growing up, my late mother tried to drill into me upper middle class argyle sweaters and prim and proper Martha Stewart etiquette as a kid. Mind you in her late years she ditched that bullshit. But growing up being awkward and not fitting that mold, it was not fun.
I once had my mom, come in the front door, slam it, and start yelling at me. "Get your feet of the automan!" ....... I was baffled at her sudden blow up. But she kept repeating "Get your feet off the automan". Finally I realized she meant "FOOT STOOL". And all I could think at the time was, "Sorry mom, my name is not Biff, I don't go to Harvard, and I don't date Muffy".
To my late mother's credit, the older she got, the less stuffy on image she became.
So fast forward to my late Australian friend Bob. I was always envious of his accent. He reminded me of both James Bond and Crocodile Dundee.
So one day when we were on video chat, I asked him for a video tour of his house. And he said , "I am out on the veranda".
I had never heard that word before. Just like when my mom called a foot stool a "automan".
I couldn't figure out what the fuck he was talking about. I did of course eventually figure it out. But ever since the word "veranda" when I finally figured out what it meant, " A FUCKING DECK" , Teased Bob of being Higgins from Magnum PI.
Humans take walks NOT CONSTITUTIONALS. And as much as I hate my best friends for using those terms, I FUCKING GET IT.
