ch ch ch ////Changes

Turn and face the strain as this has been a tough week. The Buick is unhappy. It should probably have been hauled off to the auto cemetary long ago. It sometimes acts dead, but I keep hoping that it's just pretending. Maybe E. O. Wilson has dripped a drop of oleic acid on it.

I've been laughing about NPR's April Fools Day story of ant pheromones for a week now. It seems that an ant can look dead and be dead, but other ants don't care unless it smells dead. On the other hand, an ant can be alive and look alive, but if it smells dead its friends will drag it to the cemetary. Ant communication is all about pheromones and smells. Ants don't care about phonics.

Phonemes, phonograms, and digraphs seem like upturned panicked insects to me. My sons celebrated the wedding of Q and U in kindergarten, but I don't remember them mentioning when C and H moved in together without so much as matching tattoos.

I wait for the repair folks to call with an estimate. The ch-ch-ch-children are facing the ch-ch-challenges of blended sounds.

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes (turn and face the strain)


Oh, look out you rock n rollers

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes (turn and face the strain)


Pretty soon now you're gonna get a little older

© 2009 Nancy L. Ruder

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