| || eject, moose, drivel, gyrate, to a degree.
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The opening poem contains all the words (or variations of them) from today's Jumble.
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This jumble couldn't be more apt. It's almost midnight here in Seal Beach, and still 75 degrees. Yucck!
See you tomorrow.
Crew Discipline
"Eject, eject!" McSweeny's voice cut through
the usual drivel that helped to pass the time.
What! Not a single member of the crew
had heard a problem during the lengthy climb.
But Capt. Moose McSweeny was not a man
to be doubted or second-guessed, and just as the boys
checked the straps of their chutes, the Fortress began
to buck & gyrate, and then a godawful noise
came from no. 2 engine. The ship went all a-tilt,
as one by one they calmly hit the silk.
Find the Solution
It was hot the summer we stayed home, me
and my son. Our daily exercise was a morning spree
through the woods. A race to a big tree!
But we mainly watched TV
until I decided that we
should be more creative--"Gee!
We're artists. What'll it be?"
Matt, age three,
drew a tepee.
And me?
...?
Grew a goatee.
~ OMK
OMK, your spoons are nothing if not creative. I see from "60 Minutes" that medical LSD is right around the corner. They're conducting tests - OMK are you one of the lucky ones? I'm trying to explain this psychedelic imagination of yours?
I'm thinking of Coleridge's Xanadu, an inspiration in another sense of mine. But adding French Vanilla to a decaf with 1/4 "Real" is far to dangerous.
It's the singing.
And I see a CSO a Moi in 9d(Dragon in the Hobbit). Maybe a little caffeine will restart my Ivanhoe. I'm taking camomile tea at night and getting weird dreams. It started with an Ivanhoe scenario and ended with a literal Mexican standoff.
WC
OMK, I enjoyed the abundance of clues.
Wilbur, I'd love to see your dream in poetry.
It's hot already! So glad I live near the coast. But can you believe Catalina Island is hotter than Seal Beach?
"Bad Temper"
I wish I could reject
and, even more object
to that new family goose
who drinks up all my juice.
I'll try to cease to snivel
and become a bit more frivol,
and avoid having a tirade
that finally leaves me hydrate.
So I dare you to write a poem
as stupid as the one seen here.
If you do, go ahead and show em
that there's even worse to fear.
That's good! "Frivol" is good.
You caused me to look it up, and it really can stand on its own. Misty, your way with words is refreshing.
I get a real kick out of watching how you can make sense and rhyme the J words. You take us to places I wouldn't expect.
Wilbur ~ medical LSD, eh? No. I haven't indulged since 1964. I had one very good experience back then, and I have always since been leery of tampering with it.
I get my ideas from one word at a time, then have to bend all the others to fit.
Thank you, Sandy ~ I hope the heat breaks soon, for you & for my wife. I prefer heat to cold, but she lets me know how miserable it can feel. We have the a/c dial set to a-roar.
~ OMK
Thank you for the very kind comment on my verse, Ol'Man Keith. Compared to your poetic skill--and Wilbur's and Owen's--it's nothing, of course.
I loved your second poem about the hot summer with the little boy and the tepee and the goatee. Cracked me up. But I'm still puzzled by the McSweeny setting. Is the crew on a ship or on an airplane or on a balloon? Would love to know.
Wilbur, sorry to hear your gentle nighttime tea is giving you nightmares--although they sound pretty inspirational to poetry to me.
Best of luck with the outcome.
It's an airplane, Misty, a WWII Flying Fortress. I took the few references I needed from stories and films. My only direct experience was with the parachuting.
I had the pleasure of doing some sky-diving in Florida one summer. The guys that were with me could talk a lot of "drivel" in the plane--until the jump master gave the command to Go!
Then it was all serious. Then quiet.
I liked the last line of my poem. It seemed to make the right transition from noisiness to "calm."
To "hit the silk," you probably know, is slang for parachuting. And it is always a sudden moment, that change from the inside of a noisy airplane to the utter silence of floating under a canopy.
~ OMK
OMK, you reminded me of my one experience with parachuting. A bunch of people were going out to Perris, CA for an introductory jump, and I went along, had always been curious about the sensation. Okay for the prep learning, and I actually jumped from the plane myself, though the instructor said if we didn't he'd push us, so that was probably an incentive. Enjoyed the first part, but when I got close enough to the ground to see it rushing up, I panicked, stiffened, locked my knees, and hit the ground like a piledriver. My weak spot was apparently my T6 vertebra, which was compressed to practically nothing. Spent 11 days in hospital and the summer in a backbrace. Not my happiest memory.
I'm really sorry to read of your jump experience--and subsequent hospitalization, Sandy. I guess I was lucky in that my jumps were uneventful, if that is the word.
For most of the drop, the ground just looks like a beautiful picture--way down there. It's the last 500 feet or so when "ground rush" occurs, when you saw how quickly the earth was rising up to meet you!
I appreciated how much attention our instructor gave to performing a "rolling fall," how to keep your knees loose and roll onto a hip to absorb the impact.
Now that I'm an old geezer, I credit that training for keeping me safe whenever my wobbly legs give out.
In FLA, we started with static-line jumps, progressed to free fall in the course of the summer. We had to pack our own chutes, and wear a federally-licensed back-up chute (packed by the US gov't) on our bellies.
The latter was set to automatically open if we reached a certain altitude (1,000 feet?) w/o disarming it. This was in case we'd blacked out and hadn't deployed the main chute.
It was dangerous NOT to disarm it--because if TWO chutes opened, the lines could tangle.
The first time I did a successful free fall, I was so excited I FORGOT to dis-arm my backup--and it did NOT go off!
So much for trusting the government...
~ OMK
Well, OMK, you are no doubt better able to manage your emotions than I. The outcome was essentially due to my reaction, not the situation. Though I will say, a couple of other people were injured, albeit not as seriously as I. One broken ankle because he landed on the tarmac instead of the plowed field -- bad aim. Someone else who I don't remember. Probably not a good idea to do this sort of training with large groups.
People kept saying to me that they guessed I wouldn't try that again! Bothered me, because I only wanted to try it once to see what it felt like. And it felt great -- most of the way.
Fascinating stories about parachuting, Ol'Man Keith and Sandy. Am thankful I was never encouraged to try it--think it would have terrified me. But it sure makes for exciting and engaging stories afterwards.
"Most of the way!"
Sandy ~ I think you hit on the best slogan for anyone wants to advertise commercial jumps. Payment up front, of course.
~ OMK
Oops. I chose the wrong command for a WW2 order to abandon ship. I think "Eject" must belong to later jet fighters, with their ejection capsules.
"Bail out!" would be the proper order to a B-17 crew.
I just read that over a third of those heavy bombers never made it back. Each Flying Fortress had a 10-man crew. It took real guts to go on a single mission, and their individual quota was 25.
~ OMK
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