There’s an old saying my Finnish nanny used to say as I hid in fear of her under my bed: “you can run, and you can hide, but I’ll still find you and smack you with my fist”
It’s sort of like life, people. You can run from things, or hide your head like a turtle, but when you pop out, that imposing Finnish nanny is staring you square in the face. The Nanny could be any number things, illness, worry, stress, and they don’t go away just by ignoring them. Nanny is life.
I realize my talk of retirement caused riots in Botswana, a dip in facebook stock price, and egg shortages in Michigan. For this I am truly sorry. It was rash of me to think I could simply disappear from your life. Like Michael Corleone said, “Just when I got out, they pull me back in.” And frankly, it is also Zamboni that misses you all, my idolators and electrolytes.
So though I am taking somewhat of a break, the nanny never takes a break, and so I am still with you.
Speaking of this nanny, whose name was Trinka- Though she was hard on me, she always dressed my wounds and sang me to sleep. Finnish songs of ice and sea captains lost at sea. I remember one going like so:
sing cold wind, over the roiling sea
sing cold wind, over you and over me
Life will bruise you up a bit, but is always there to ice your concussions.
Be happy! -Zamboni
WELCOME HOME!
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Thank goodness. All the limes on my neighbors tree are ripe and I was wondering where to go for an answer to my tart question: what does one do with a bushel of limes carefully removed from branches overhanging one’s garden wall at night when everyone is asleep and the moon is out?