Yesterday, I asked our talkative cat Joan, “Do you want to have a conversation?”
According to the definition …
… maybe “conversation” is the wrong word. However, I seem to be having conversations with many non-people these days, including conversations like these:
Do you want to have a conversation about what it’s like to have those kinds of conversations for months and months? Or do you want to have a conversation about my other images for today?
Do you want to have a conversation about the conversation that the Daily Bitch is describing today? Or do you want to have a conversation about the Stephen Sondheim song I quoted in my Twitter conversation?
I love the way that Audra McDonald, Christine Baranski, and Meryl Streep are having conversations with each other and with Stephen Sondheim during his 90th birthday celebration in 2020.
Do you want to have a conversation with other people in this blog? If so, please leave a comment, below.
Do you want to have a conversation about gratitude? I do! Thanks to all who are reading this conversational blog post, including YOU.
It’s debatable whether I and the USA could possible survive another four years of the guy who “debated” Joe Biden last night.
It’s debatable whether there’s anything debatable about the images I captured yesterday.
Michael’s meals are never debatable.
It’s debatable
how many animals are in those photos and
whether anybody will find the octopus.
If you vote for the person who debated Joe Biden last night, it’s debatable whether you’ve been paying attention to what he’s actually been saying and doing to this country.
It’s debatable how you might fill in the blank:
Jill or the beanstalk?
It’s debatable whether it’s a smooth segue from that to Jack from Sondheim’s Into theWoods singing this …
In case those lyrics are debatable, here they are:
Those smug little men with their smug little schemes They forgot one thing: The play isn’t over by a long shot yet! There are heroes in the world, Princes and heroes in the world, And one of them will save us. Wait and see! Wait and see!
There won’t be trumpets or bolts of fire To say he’s coming. No Roman candles, no angels’ choir, No sound of distant drumming. He may not be the cavalier, Tall and graceful, fair and strong. Doesn’t matter, just as long as he comes along!
But not with trumpets or lightning flashing Or shining armor. He may be daring, he may be dashing, Or maybe he’s a farmer. We can wait, what’s another day? He has lots of hills to climb. And a hero Doesn’t come till the nick of time!
Don’t look for trumpets or whistles tooting To guarantee him! There won’t be trumpets, but sure as shooting You’ll know him when you see him! Don’t know when, don’t know where, And I can’t even say that I care! All I know is, the minute you turn And he’s suddenly there, There won’t be trumpets! There are no trumpets! Who needs trumpets?
It’s debatable whether I’ll be able to get a good night’s sleep until enough of those smug little men with their smug little schemes are defeated. There won’t be trumpets but there’ll be celebrating in many houses, including this one, when that finally happens.
If you want to debate anything in this debatable post, please leave a comment below.
My gratitude is not debatable, so thanks to everyone, including YOU.
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