From the East Wing sending "Uh Oh" into Space, Come Septemer, and Robin Hood's Party

Greeting to all and welcome home my desert friends, back home to Illinois.
Prayers have been answered for mamas and papas and BobbyRay too.
Did ya ever wish ya were around when they named things? Not the technical names and scientific names but just everyday stuff. Anything and everything that had to be named, who named all this stuff? Now don’t go getting crazy on me and telling me God named all this stuff, ‘cause he didn’t, he just didn’t. ‘Cause God got more important things to do than naming little stuff.
God named the big stuff like the Earth and the Moon and the Stars and Adam and Eve. Then he left the little stuff to other people to name. Just think how much fun it would have been if ya were there when it came time to name “dirt”. Now wouldn’t ya like to know who choose that name for dirt. Now it can mean soil, grime, gossip, filth, lowdown, smut.
Well it seems that a simple word like dirt has lots of meaning. What would ya have named it. It’s fun to think such thoughts, but I think most everything has been named and about the only thing left for average people like me and you to name are babies.
That may be why babies don’t come already named, it gives ya something to name. Maybe that’s why some people have so many babies, they just like naming things. They could be liking other reasons too.
Many of the words we both speak and write have different meanings, some recognized throughout society and others tend to be local , regional, or ethnic in recognition. My best experience with ethnic recognition of the language had to do with me meeting a Cajun family some 100 miles south of New Orleans a long time ago. I was introduced to this family as “this is my coon ass from Indiana BobbyRay Howard” It turned out that the term “coon ass” is truly a term of endearment for the Cajuns. In Cajun Country there is no better honor than being referred to as coon ass of a Cajun.
That was not the case when I lived in Downtown Toto, coon ass would’ve been fighting words for sure. As a matter of fact I’ve seen many a fight over something much less important than being called a coon ass. I once saw two little hillbilly boys fight over who could put the most marshmallows in their mouth at one time. Actually, the fight was over who would do the counting, not the count itself. The count never took place ‘cause by the time they got done fighting over who was going to count, they were too tired to stuff their faces with marshmallows. So we just built a fire and roasted ‘em . The marshmallows, not the little boys.
Now with everything already named and many of the names having several different meanings depending where ya happen to be, it’s a wonder we can even understand each other to the extent we do. A big part of why we can communicate so well is the single most recognized word of all
Uh Oh !
“Uh Oh” isn’t something somebody named . “Uh Oh” has no meaning except in the ears of the hearer, and guess what, it’s understood every time ya hear it. Just stop and think for a second, did ya ever hear someone say “Uh Oh” and ya didn’t know exactly what they’re talking ‘bout? Of course ya knew, you always understand the meaning of “Uh Oh”. That’s the power of “Uh Oh”. Now “Uh Oh” isn’t even in the dictionary, it don’t have to be. Total understanding throughout the known universe.
After much research and study trying to track down the origin and the true meaning o f ”Uh Oh”, I’ve finally concluded that “Uh Oh” came directly from God Himself.
Now I’m not gona bore ya with all the details about the creation and how Adam and Eve got here and how God told ‘em that they pretty much had the run of the place except for that one apple tree, ‘cause if ya mess with the stuff on that tree it’ll do ya dirty. Now God went on about his business and so did Adam and Eve. Well ya all know the rest of the story ‘bout the apple, the snake and the bite and all that stuff.
Now ya gotta remember that not every word that was spoken back then was recorded like it is today. Nobody texted or twittered, there was no facebook, or internet, nothing, just God, Adam and Eve. After talking to these two ‘bout the law, when God comes back to the garden a little while later, far off on the other side of the garden is Adam and Eve. So God starts walking over and as he gets about half way ‘cross the garden, he sees those fig leaves and says “Uh Oh”.
Years ago when the space program was young and we had, for the first time, the ability to propel an object into space and escape the gravitational pull of the Earth. One of the plans was to send a message into space in the hope the message would sometime in the distant future encounter intelligent life forms. A difficult part of the mission, for a rocket called Pioneer 10, was how to phrase the message. Astronomer, Carl Sagan headed the team which came up with the final product. We ended up with a complex set of lines, circles, letters, mathematics equations and nude human forms on a golden plate. The drawing kinda reminded ya that we’re the third rock from the sun.
We’d have been just as well off if someone had taken a magic marker on that same little gold plate and wrote “Uh Oh”. ‘Cause there is no doubt that if this thing is ever found by intelligent life forms, they will take one look at our little frail attempt to communicate to them, at their level of understanding, and say “Uh Oh” Cause if they’re there, then
God made ‘em too, and if God made ‘em too, they’ll understand “Uh Oh” then just like you and I understand today.
WOW ! September already. I love September. Did y know that September was the seventh month in the old Roman calendar. Then Julius Caesar messed around with the calendar and started the year in January instead of March. Well when that happened September got to keep its name but went from 7th to 9th in the order of things. Now don’t know ‘bout you but I like September right where it’s at .
I sure hope President Obama don’t jerk around with the calendar, like he jerked around with everything else. Come to think of it, that ole “change” he was talking ‘bout this time last year, is that working out for ya ok?
The above paragraph was whispered into my ear by Sophia the Republican Cat, who sets forever on the back of my chair and reads every word spoken from the keyboard. (Damn Republican Cat)
I love the way in which one of my favorite authors describes this time of the year, as Henry Wadsworth Longfellow wrote:
The morrow was a bright September morn; The earth was beautiful as if new-born;
There was that nameless splendor everywhere That wild exhilaration in the air.

I can write like Dr Seuss, I can only read Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, and so I do. Perhaps the only thing prettier than a September morn is the sight of the September Full Moon rising. Did ya see that last Friday Night? Pretty site to look at, pretty site indeed. Don’t think I’ll ever tire of seeing the full moon bathing the countryside in that golden light. The light that only comes when the moon is full and the sky is clear. Probably the most spectacular full moon is the January one. If it is clear on the January Full Moon, you will see moonlight like no other, cold, cold night air, so brittle it breaks when ya walk thru it, yet the most spectacular moon light of all. Come January I’m sure that I will go outside, break the brittle cold air, and look at that January Full Moon.
A good thing about living here in the East Wing is that when it gets dark, it’s really dark, no lights to interfere with the stargazing. I can control the amount of light in my nighttime world in the East Wing. In case ya missed the full moon of September, not to worry, the October full moon is equally pretty to look at, I’ll let ya know when.
One of my favorite holidays is Labor Day. Is also one of the few holidays not moved to a Monday so ya can have a three day weekend. Good thing its always been on the first Monday in September to start with or else somebody would get a bright idea and ZAP ! another three day holiday.
All the time I went to school, we started the new school year the day after Labor Day. That was not the reason I considered it one of my favorite holidays. The reason was on that day, my dad bought everyone ice cream of their choice, I always chose vanilla, always have, and will do so tomorrow. Now days it seems that kids start school in the middle summer and every other week are out of school for something. The one thing I hated in school was coloring. Just hated coloring, to this day I hate coloring.
One time in college I needed a fill in class just to occupy a time slot till my next class ‘cause I lived too far to go home and back for the next class, a consular suggested an art class. All I could think about was coloring, I said no, I don’t want to color, the guy laughed. I took comparative religion just so I would not run the risk of having to color and ended up taking a total of 4 semesters of comparative religion. At least in comparative religion not one time did anybody hand out a stupid black and white picture and say “color”
A long time ago, when Robin Hood ran amuck, one the biggest festivals in Sherwood Forest during September was Michaelmas. I think ya had to be there to really get into the party mode, but can ya imagine eating a fat Michaelmas Goose with both fresh oatcakes and barley cakes, while washing it all down with new made wine. Such party animals, those merry men, bet they didn’t even invite the sheriff. I think that party was always held somewhere around the 29th or 30th of September, don’t remember for sure, but I’m sure it was near the end of the month.
Don’t think I ever ate a fat goose, we’re hillbillies, and we eat chicken pretty much all the time. Let me put it this way, if it had feathers on it at one time and we’re eating it, it’s chicken. In fact, my mama has eaten so much chicken she is embarrassed to meet a hen in the road. My mama, and I love her so, is the only person I know that went to a Chinese Restaurant in Atlanta GA and ordered chicken. Yah, we don’t do fat goose in the East Wing. But Coon & Squirrel, now that’s a dish of a different flavor. I’m joking, we don’t do coon & Squirrel either, but I know some who do and they love it.
Labor Day is late the year 2009, in fact the latest if can be. But not to worry, we will recycle thru the days each year and, if I’m doing the math right in my head, Labor Day in 2014 will be on September 1st , the earliest it can be. That is of course assuming that the President is not going to jerk around with changing the calendar back to starting the new year March 1st.
Thank you so much for stopping by the delightful first Sunday of September. Sharing your company is such a pleasure. Know forever of your welcome presence to the East Wing.
From the East Wing sending Uh Oh into Space, Come September, & Robin Hoods Party
Stay Safe in Iraq and Afghanistan
I wish you well,
BobbyRay