How many of you know the incantation “Twizzle twazzle twozzle twome”?
Think carefully before you answer this rather innocent question.
If you know the answer, it may date you.
Hint: the line comes from a long-ago TV show. A fellow named Tooter Turtle always calls on his friend “Mr. Lizard the Wizard” who lives in a tiny cardboard box at the base of a tall tree. He wears a wizard cone hat, robe and pince-nez eyeglasses.
Tooter always has another favor to ask as he knocks on the Wizard’s cardboard box. The wizard dutifully shrinks him so the turtle can enter the tiny cardboard box. He then proceeds to send Tooter on all sorts of magical adventures.
Just when Tooter’s life gets very catastrophic in his new locale (often in the past) the Wizard will chant the magic incarnation and–wa la!–Tooter will return home.
Do you remember what comes after the Twizzle twazzle twozzle twome?
Yes, you do, what a wonderful memory you have!
Time for this one to come home.
For those of you who don’t know what the heck this Twizzle-twazzle nonsense is about: this TV show aired in the early 1960’s! Can you imagine all of us impressionable youth gathered around our black and white TVs just after we watched The Little Rascals or The Mickey Mouse Club?
Of course, I did not remember a lick of what was just shared with you until Googling the magic incantation.
I DO remember the incantation.
I awoke this morning mumbling it.
Looking at the snow and muttering, “Twizzle twazzle twozzle twome. Time for this one to go home!”
I meant: it’s time for the snow to go home. To return to whence it came. It’s time for winter to depart.
Do you think the incantation will work?
But I’m not complaining! Simply chanting childhood spells.
Complaining would probably keep the snow coming until May. (That’s been known to happen. It seems we always get a ten inch snowstorm in May, but spells usually work when you’re that close to June.)
You will score bonus points if you remember the advice Mr. Wizard always gave our turtle. Search your memory banks. The answer shall be revealed later in our episode.
Last night after work Barry had to plow the driveway in preparation for another winter storm. They’ve been wildly predicting anywhere between two and twenty inches through tomorrow night. So far we’ve seen a couple inches and it’s hardly snowing at all.
Perhaps the spell is working.
One must keep the heavy wet snow off roofs here in the Northwoods. Roofs have been known to collapse. Last winter, when Barry couldn’t walk due to his ailing knees, the snow cooperated and the roof never needed shoveling.
He’s been avoiding shoveling this year, thus far. Last night–after we heard of a collapsed roof–he tied the ladder to the front porch, pulled himself up, and proceeded to shovel the roof for an hour.
I am SO proud of him! It is a miracle that he can do this less than a year after his first knee replacement. (And only eight months since the second knee replacement.)
I sat on the couch this morning with a cup of tea and imagined photographing the Christmas cactus lined up “just so” with one of the moon-crater snow balls on the deck.
However, the cactus started shivering from the cold–and one doesn’t want to kill one’s Christmas cactus, does one?–so the photo shoot lasted exactly three minutes with me issuing apology after apology to the poor beleaguered plant.
I took it inside before properly finding the “right shot”.
Apparently Mr. Wizard must have heard the spell and decided to send this lovely capture of a pileated woodpecker sent from my friend, Doris, who lives across the Huron Bay out in Skanee. Nice picture, eh? The woodpecker, unlike the Christmas cactus, has no qualms being out in mid-winter in the Northwoods.
The advice our wizard always gave our turtle?
“Be just what you is, not what you is not. Those that do this are the happiest lot.”