Clubs for Retired Professionals?
 

Are there clubs for specific professions in TV, such as retired physicians, lawyers, dentists, engineers or architects? I didn't see any such clubs listed in the activities newspaper when I was there.

Joramy

yes there are...gn

It is interesting to me to discover after "knowing" someone for a while in a club or activity here to find out by accident just what an interesting and successful life they had. What we were doesn't seem quite as important as what we are in The Villages.

Gracie. Retired Cheerleader.:a040::a040:

Well stated - I have found this to be oh so true!

Yes. They do. It is called Punk-uation

I so agree! :highfive:

Aha! my foot. You're soo outed.

:popcorn:

:clap2:

Tony! Tony! Look around!
Boomer's not the English major to be found.

I really suspect that Gracie is an English major. She claims that she is a cheerleader. But I have long been suspicious that Gracie is, indeed, an English major. You see above that she knows the name of a club for English majors that meets in TV. How would she know that? English majors have to meet in secret.

And somewhere in my hazy past here on TOTV, I think I found out that Gracie can name all the linking verbs. Talk about an Aha moment.

She says she is a cheerleader, but.....

Aw, Gracie. C'mon. Fess up. Cheerleader? English major? Both? Linking verbs?

Gimme an am!
Gimme an is!
Gimme an are, was, were!

What's it spell?

amisarewaswere

LOUDER!

amisarewaswere!

LOUDER STILL!

AMISAREWASWERE!!!

YAY!!!!! (Leap high into the air! Double back flip!) YAY!!

Ohhhh, please don't get me started on looks, tastes, smells, feel and all those other confusing verbs that can work both ways. And they end up getting modified by adverbs when they should not be. Especially feel. That one just drives me nuts. People are always saying that they feel badly. Dr. Oz and Oprah on television are always saying how they feel badly. They mean they feel bad. Unless they are just bad at feeling. Like maybe they grope or grab or something like that. Like those boys back in high school tried to do. You know what I mean.

I think that I am truly descending into madness now. It is this weather. Next thing you know I will be showing you pictures of my dog and my desk and who knows what else I might do or write. And it is not even close to midnight. And that :censored: wind is still howling like a banshee out there. And it has been doing that for hours. Howling wind makes me crazy.

And I must now go forth and split some infinitives with my ax and write a whole bunch of sentence fragments. I love sentence fragments. Grammar check kept telling me not to write sentence fragments. So I told grammar check to go frag itself.

This weather here in Ohio is madness. Madness. I tell you. MADNESS!

Boomer

Continuegrowremainstay.
 

I think they meet once a month behind Toojays. In the parking lot. BYOB.

I can hear Gracie now.

Shakespeare, Shakespeare. He's our man.
If he can't do it . . . Chaucer can.

Do you think the weather has been bad in Cincinnati today? Boomer has been in the house too long.

And Pturner? She has no idea where to look for English majors. (Remember, journalism majors are English majors who flunked out of spelling class.) Pturner would need a blood hound to find an English major. The blood hound would surely pass me right on by. Bloodhounds know.

OMG, Tony's now taking aim journalism majors!? Thankfully, his aim wasn't too good. It was hard to tell if his point was that journalism majors can't spell or can't smell. :highfive:

brrrng. Boomer rang. (:laugh:) She noted that the latter would be smells badly, not smells bad. We do shower.

And just for the record, I do so know where to look. Behind Toojays. I'll be watching, Tony. Don't think I won't. :boxing2:

I do so admire journalism majors. Yes I do.:wave:

am is are was were
may can must might
could would should
have has had
do does did
shall will be been
-- An adverb ditty drummed into me by my 7th grade English teacher:


I'd rather be a could-be if I cannot be an are;
because a could-be is a maybe who is reaching for a star.
I'd rather be a has-been than a might-have-been, by far;
for a might have-been has never been,
but a has was once an are.
--Milton Berle

Good morning, Ed,

I love that Milton Berle thing. And I did not know that he came up with things like that. I remember Milton Berle on the tiny screen of our first television when I was a kid.

You know, maybe that little ditty drummed into you by that old English teacher can be your ticket into one of those secret meetings of English majors I hear they have there in TV.

I have noticed that there are a lot of people who seem to remember their old English teachers. I do not know if that is a good thing or a bad thing. I guess it could be either. Depending.

And I have to wonder if old English teachers are remembered because they drum things into their students, or is it because English teachers often march to the beat of a different drummer?

Today, I am invited to a Super Bowl party. I wonder if there will be any English majors there. Oh my! If so, what will they do? Perhaps discuss the symbolism and motif found in the halftime ads. (Or is it half-time? I just do not know.)

Boomer