Roberta: from a website..."Its origins can be traced back to pre-Christian Rome and the harvest festival honoring the harvest god Saturn. Held in mid-December, all class distinctions were immediately abolished. Slaves and their masters switched roles during the Saturnalia festival - with laws governing sensible, upright behavior suspended during the days-long holiday.
"Most of Medieval Europe took up the torch of raucousness by electing a Lord of Misrule, or King of Fools, during their festival. This harlequin king went by many names: King of the Bean in England, the Abbot of Unreason in Scotland, the Abbe de la Malgouveme in France. All had the power to call people to disorder throughout the town. Cross dressing, bawdy songs, drinking to excess, etc."
Misrule? What Piffka said..... teehee...
Raucousness, missrule, bawdy songs and rowdy behavior, Oooooo, I'll have what she's having!!!!!
ehBeth, You want my bones? You got 'em. But leave my bits the hell alone.
Thanks, Piffka, for the misrule enlightenment. We didn't do misrules in the Bronx--at least not in my neighborhood.
Ah, 'twas a fine drunken midnight choir we had last night an'all - thing is - many of us set up and sang in a real choir for a few years together, so we know the songs and the harmonies - tee hee - hope the neighbours like them old political songs!
But today - I abstain....
So - who are our queen and king of Misrule? And what shall their orders be...hmmmmmmm?
We had a six o'clock swill in Oz, too, when I was a weelowan......
So I was minding my own business after work, letting out the dog, reading the mail, turning on the computer, meandering about thinking about how I should really finish the walls in the dining room, it's been two years now, when there was the racket, this hornblowing, this cacaphony, and I looked out and remembered as I looked, yes, yes, it was the Truck Parade. But, this year my front lights were entirely out, and this year, the sky was not only dark but pouring rain, and there they came, the gaudily glossily lit trucks, after trucks, logging trucks, hauling trucks, tow trucks hauling tow trucks hauling tow trucks,
blazening glistening trucks alight in the rain. So, I pulled up a door jamb and leaned and watched for fifteen minutes.. well, it's not that big a town. Parades are wonderful but ephemeral here. Zip with the lights, and then out.
quiet now.
How do I hang the stockings by the chimney with care? I don't have a chimney and all my stockings have runs in them. I must put Plan B into action. If only I had a Plan B ........
forget about plan B, go right to plan c, d, e, f g,...whatever works.
no worries.
what the hell is a run in a stocking anyway?
Mikey, you must be younger than you look. Runs in stockings ..... mostly a thing of the past, I suppose.
I'll skip Plan B since I don't have one. In fact, I think I'll go straight to plan ZZZZZZZ. A good night's rest should cure these brain hiccups of mine.
ahhh!!!!
but i was so much older then
i'm younger than that now
i do love those fishnet stocking thingys tho, and black ones too, esp with runs in them...plan Z sounds like a good plan.
A Truck Parade??? Wow! Were they decorated with Christmas lights?
mikey, you were once older (and wiser, I presume?)
Of course, being wiser can become a drag. I think I'll order some of margo's chutney sauce. Maybe it will go to my brain and kill a few cells, or revive them, or make me want to go out and buy fishnet stockings. Shall I get the "hot" or "take roof out of mouth" kind? Chutney or stockings ... either one.
Margo -- If Janet happens to come by... do you think you could send a small jar home with her??? She and I could eat it together and toast you! Either strength is fine with me! Thanks!
Now, there's keen (or loony!)
Piffka's arranging collection!
I once wore fishnet stockings. When I took them off, my tootsies were cross-hatched. It lasted for a long time. Thought I was marked for life.
Margo, Mango chutney? Sounds good. I'll have the take the roof of your mouth off variety. Don't need the roof much anyway.
