A few weekends ago I made a quick stop at one of my grocers. Surprisingly-to-me I discovered an outdoor charcoal grill setup in the parking lot. Barbecued pork short ribs were cooking – just like the ones I’ve enjoyed from there in years past that they featured only on a few summer holidays. I learned these ribs are being offered every weekend this summer. So, I’m indulging myself a bit with these tasty ribs before I return most of the rest of the year to my usual foods.
contradictory doubleness of thought, speech, or action
the belying of one's true intentions by deceptive words or action.
dishonest talk or behaviour, especially by saying different things to two people
Duplicity reminds me of words I hear coming from the White House almost every day.
Is there such a thing as duplicitous loyalty?
Is this President really loyal to the intent of the United States
of America's Constitution?
Is a Presidential appointee's first loyalty to the U.S. Constitution or the President?
Did you ever wonder what on earth goes on inside the clothes washing machine? Ever since I’ve had this low-water-using front loading machine, all the clothes do is spin round and round, plop for a bit sopping up a skimpy amount of water that runs over them, then sudsy water spins through them, followed by what seems to be only a bit more water being added, and finally more spinning. Do they really get clean I wonder, when I think of all that water they used to swish around in with my top loader?
Then, like the other night, I took the clothes out of the washer to put in my dryer and what a conglomeration! Somehow, in that washer, the different pieces when initially placed individually inside had developed a great affinity for one another … dare I say, possibly a romantic attachment between and among certain outer garments with some of my undergarments, given how wrapped around each other they’d become. Pajama legs running through bra straps with other parts peeking out of a pull-over top’s sleeves. Often other items are twisted around each other like pretzels. The whole scene is clearly X-rated to the degree it might not even be allowed on the Deep Dark Web.
But, I just toss them in the dryer and hope their passions get satisfied by the time I’m ready to retrieve them. Inevitably, that’s exactly what happens! I open the dryer door and all are dry, just innocently lying there, quite separated from one another, ready to be removed to resume their assigned duties. Often there is one give-away that some sort of monkey business had been going on. How do I know? Because there will be at least one item that is turned inside out that I must manually turn properly.
Life goes on ….. until next time!