Today is windy. It will be in the high 40’s. The sun and the blue sky will be around all day. I have some errands, and I think I’ll take a ride. The chickadees are back and have joined the titmice in flying in and out of the feeders. They don’t go far. They fly to nearby branches where they eat. I also saw a few nuthatches and a giant blue jay. A spawn waited on a branch for its opportunity to hang from the feeders and eat all the sunflower seeds. Nala dissuaded him of that. He was off and running.
When I was a kid, I thought idioms were truths. The nuances of the English language were lost on the young me. Money certainly didn’t grow on trees. That seemed silly. Everybody knew that. When I first heard break a leg, I was shocked. What a horrible thing to say. My father would say someone was a good egg. In Africa I saw the actual difference between a good egg and a bad egg. One floats and the other drops to the bottom of the bucket. Never pick the floater unless you’re going to use it to egg someone on. I’d pick a piece of cake over easy as pie. I remember interviewing a candidate for a secretarial position. In answering one question she said, “That hit the nail right on the nose.” How do people know when clams are happy? They don’t smile. That was always a bit of a puzzler. I’d prefer to take the cake, not the bull by the horns.
Some things are a dime a dozen while others are just a drop in the bucket. You can have an ace in the hole and another up your sleeve. You can be all ears and all thumbs. I am the latter, sort of a bull in a china shop. Curiosity killed the cat despite its nine lives.
Idioms are colorful. They are versatile. Some go out of fashion, but new ones take their places. I am a fan of idioms. They are the bee’s knees, the cat’s meow, just the ticket, top notch and usually hit the bull’s eye.
