There are several other Jumble blogs, but the ones I checked all started off by listing the answers. In this blog, answers can be either hinted at or masked by burying them in comments. No overt spoilers!
All hints are in the comments!
All hints are in the comments!
Monday, August 19, 2019
Aug. 18-22, 2019 -- Owen in hospital
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Image from the Internet.
Owen was hospitalized from Aug. 17, and didn't have full computer access until the 23rd, so all blog posts are combined over these dates. Owen is expected to remain hospitalized about 3 weeks, so there may be further gaps.
Contact Bren Watson at ac 505, exchange 660, number 3705 for info on me. I sent her a short poem for today because I didn't know how to move it from where I typed it in to anywhere else. I'll be going through another surgical procedure within the hour.
Owen, good luck with the surgery! You've been in our mind. I presume those are the numbers of the medical center. I'll give it a shot. I tried the library earlier. But no one picked up the phone.
Re. today's (Aug. 20) solution, I think of the first court scene of Hamlet where Gertrude goes out of her way to mollify our grieving hero. Her motivation appears to be "Bless a Dane." ~ OMK
They've got me packed up to move out of ICU, but I still haven't heard the latest results of my prognosis. Leaves me wondering which way out of ICU they expect to move me! 🛌
Along the mossy riverbank the children gaily play, Oblivious to grimmer scenes of another day. Of Harold Royes, the highwayman, who lingered nigh. The highwayman who lingered here to die.
The children are not minded of the desperado, Brother to the wolf, and exciseman's foe! Nor of the narrow close in the rocky verge Where the river bank and the water merge.
A cleft now overgrown, and hidden from the law, Where rest the bones of the bold outlaw. And the fatal arrow, gold coins near its tip, In the leathern purse, clenched in a boney fist.
So good to read your words here again, Owen!! Ah, yes--the Old Highwayman... Revived here, only to die the death again! How curious that Master "Royes" is so near-surnamed (perhaps a cousin?) to the original chronicler, Alfred Noyes. The rider's reappearance, even as a bony fist, is in keeping with the obsession & determination of a true Highwayman: Look for me by moonlight; Watch for me by moonlight; I’ll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way! ~ OMK
I finally saw the jumble for which the poem was intended (over on the Chicago Tribune site). Thank you, Owen, for doing a poem today. Sad story, told in a lovely way.
Great to have your poem back, Owen--very enjoyable. Got all four words readily, but needed a little help with the solution. Still fun poem, cartoon, and just great to have our Jumble group back.
Thank you, Owen @ 9:16; I was only responding the to Master! Such a warm encomium means a great deal coming from you. I hope you are feeling well and resting comfortably.
As for today’s jumble solution, I had to think hard… to recall the time when Luther Burbank attempted to create a watermelon with a thin skin, an exocarp that might be eaten easily along with the inner fruit. He nearly succeeded when he cross pollinated his melons with some of his famous roses. The skins were not edible, but the resulting mixture of scents made his rose-rinded melons very popular with the neighboring farmers. ~ OMK
The frugal days were near a close, A treaty was at hand. To seal the deal, the Prince must choose A consort from the land. A royal ball was thus declared, A formal masked soiree. Belles and swains to be prepared For flirtatious interplay!
The tower ballroom was fully filled With youths in teasing splendor. The Prince with all the ladies milled, Till to one he did surrender. Her domino disguised her face, The Prince could get no eyeful. But her conversation held such grace He decided she's no trifle!
Then struck the chimes of midnight, And the face-hid temptress fled! Her brilliant gown of colors bright Faded, all beauty bled. But the mask remained and on the morrow The Prince found it on her stairs. And thus the treaty would follow The Domino Theory of Foreign Affairs!
A super clever poem, Owen, with a crackerjack finish. I really like the rollicking rhythm.
You beat me to posting the Aug 22 answers. At the risk of being repetitious, I was just about to write of the veteran icer who was hired by the English dessert-making company to decorate the top of their layered custard high-tea treats. His job was to use a gun-like apparatus to blow tiny currants over each whipped cream topping. After he shot a trifle, he was to signal the packager that it was ready to go. ~ OMK
PS. BTW, this jumble is a fine example of the rule that if the cartoon and caption avoid an obvious word, you betcher life it's bound to appear in the solution.
23 comments:
Nothing from Owen today. I posted on the Aug. 17 site too. So hope he's ok.
Messaged him. No reply yet. I think this Monday August 19th post was published by Owen. Let's hope he gets back online soon.
Contact Bren Watson at ac 505, exchange 660, number 3705 for info on me. I sent her a short poem for today because I didn't know how to move it from where I typed it in to anywhere else.
I'll be going through another surgical procedure within the hour.
Owen, good luck with the surgery! You've been in our mind. I presume those are the numbers of the medical center. I'll give it a shot. I tried the library earlier. But no one picked up the phone.
Owen, it's so good to hear from you. I've forwarded your message to C.C. and hope she'll be able to reach Bren Watson and get your poem.
I hope the surgery goes well, and take good care of yourself.
Bless you, Owen! Wishing you well through this new procedure. We're all with you--and hope to see you back with us soon.
~ OMK
Still could not decode Owen's numbers earlier. I called the medical center.
Owen is having a procedure done right now. Left my numbers to Brenda.
That's me earlier.
Re. today's (Aug. 20) solution, I think of the first court scene of Hamlet where Gertrude goes out of her way to mollify our grieving hero.
Her motivation appears to be "Bless a Dane."
~ OMK
Owen, I do hope it went well in surgery. You are sorely missed, and I know dozens of good thoughts are going your way.
Glorious, glorious lemon🍋-🍏lime!
Been fasting for three days because of tears in my stomach lining. Possibly pain-killers?
They've got me packed up to move out of ICU, but I still haven't heard the latest results of my prognosis. Leaves me wondering which way out of ICU they expect to move me! 🛌
If they have your "things" being packed up, it's got to be good news. Let us know when you get the good word from your docs!
Along the mossy riverbank the children gaily play,
Oblivious to grimmer scenes of another day.
Of Harold Royes, the highwayman, who lingered nigh.
The highwayman who lingered here to die.
The children are not minded of the desperado,
Brother to the wolf, and exciseman's foe!
Nor of the narrow close in the rocky verge
Where the river bank and the water merge.
A cleft now overgrown, and hidden from the law,
Where rest the bones of the bold outlaw.
And the fatal arrow, gold coins near its tip,
In the leathern purse, clenched in a boney fist.
So good to read your words here again, Owen!!
Ah, yes--the Old Highwayman...
Revived here, only to die the death again!
How curious that Master "Royes" is so near-surnamed (perhaps a cousin?) to the original chronicler, Alfred Noyes.
The rider's reappearance, even as a bony fist, is in keeping with the obsession & determination of a true Highwayman:
Look for me by moonlight;
Watch for me by moonlight;
I’ll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way!
~ OMK
Keith: Love your analyses of my poems! You bring out aspects I wasn't even aware of, but do make sense! I really appreciate them!
I finally saw the jumble for which the poem was intended (over on the Chicago Tribune site). Thank you, Owen, for doing a poem today. Sad story, told in a lovely way.
Great to have your poem back, Owen--very enjoyable. Got all four words readily, but needed a little help with the solution. Still fun poem, cartoon, and just great to have our Jumble group back.
Thank you, Owen @ 9:16; I was only responding the to Master! Such a warm encomium means a great deal coming from you.
I hope you are feeling well and resting comfortably.
As for today’s jumble solution, I had to think hard… to recall the time when Luther Burbank attempted to create a watermelon with a thin skin, an exocarp that might be eaten easily along with the inner fruit. He nearly succeeded when he cross pollinated his melons with some of his famous roses. The skins were not edible, but the resulting mixture of scents made his rose-rinded melons very popular with the neighboring farmers.
~ OMK
The frugal days were near a close,
A treaty was at hand.
To seal the deal, the Prince must choose
A consort from the land.
A royal ball was thus declared,
A formal masked soiree.
Belles and swains to be prepared
For flirtatious interplay!
The tower ballroom was fully filled
With youths in teasing splendor.
The Prince with all the ladies milled,
Till to one he did surrender.
Her domino disguised her face,
The Prince could get no eyeful.
But her conversation held such grace
He decided she's no trifle!
Then struck the chimes of midnight,
And the face-hid temptress fled!
Her brilliant gown of colors bright
Faded, all beauty bled.
But the mask remained and on the morrow
The Prince found it on her stairs.
And thus the treaty would follow
The Domino Theory of Foreign Affairs!
The third word held me up until I got the Riddle-Solution. I used that to get #3.
Brilliant poem today Owen. With a great last line.
WC
Fully, tease, frugal, domino, got an "eiffel".
A super clever poem, Owen, with a crackerjack finish. I really like the rollicking rhythm.
You beat me to posting the Aug 22 answers.
At the risk of being repetitious, I was just about to write of the veteran icer who was hired by the English dessert-making company to decorate the top of their layered custard high-tea treats. His job was to use a gun-like apparatus to blow tiny currants over each whipped cream topping.
After he shot a trifle, he was to signal the packager that it was ready to go.
~ OMK
PS. BTW, this jumble is a fine example of the rule that if the cartoon and caption avoid an obvious word, you betcher life it's bound to appear in the solution.
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