Alphabet Soup? The training I had to take via Corporate U today. How many acronyms can you throw at a person in one 25-page training session. How do you expect people to remember all of those acronyms for the quiz? They do not make any sense. I dunno. I love my job and I did pass the quiz. After all those blasted acronyms, the quiz didn’t even refer to them.
Word Salad? Okay, yesterday it was me when I was presenting at work and something I wrote three weeks ago didn’t make sense to anyone including me. It was also when The Commander, at the end of her life, frequently pulled out a word that didn’t make sense within whatever context surrounded it. I actually could usually figure out what she was trying to say and she was usually trying to say something coherent.
I won’t go any further with the word salad stuff except that I would like to s-l-o-w Kellyanne Conway down a bit sometimes. I want to ask her what? What? What did you say? What did you mean? Can we parse your verbiage one phrase at a time? I can also do word salad but this is too much for me. I spend uncountable hours trying to write verbiage that does not resemble Word Salad. But this is political crap and enough of that. For now.
So, I am hanging out here alone while The Pensioner goes off on a boondoggle up through northern Michigan. He visited the Moomincabin today and also Jeep and Pan and their older son. They all look wonderful! Here is the Moomincabin.
As usual, there is a huge snowbank between the moomincabin and the Old Cabin.
The North shall rise again!