Thursday, December 4, 2025

Say What? Silly Aphorisms

 


Expressions that were once common in everyday speech are often baffling to the modern ear. Although the origins of these sayings are lost in the murky mists of time, they are still around.

So, it’s time to take a closer look at these old expressions, if only to figure out what they could possibly mean.

Take, for example, “I’ll bet dollars to donuts.” Who bets with donuts? Has the phrase “I’m short on cash, so put me down for 20 glazed and 10 cake donuts for Lucky Lady to win in the fifth” ever been heard at the racetrack? 

And who would accept donuts in lieu of dollars, anyway? It would have to be someone with a serious sweet tooth.

Preaching to the choir also doesn’t make a lot of sense, either. Isn’t the choir always supposed to be listening to the preacher, along with the rest of the congregation? Why single out the singers for special mention? It’s not as if they can pop outside during the service to answer texts or take a smoke break.

An expression that’s usually accompanied with a rural twang is “that dog won’t hunt.” But honestly, how many dogs do? Sure, a canine may be persuaded to trot alongside a gun-toting hunter, no doubt lured by the prospect of frolicking through grassy meadows picking up dead birds on command. But a dog hunting on its own, just for fun?

I don’t think so, not unless the hunt is for tasty morsels, like slimy duck droppings by a lake. As far as I can tell, the average house dog mostly sleeps all day, with brief bursts of energy to eat and go outside.  

No, when you think of a stealthy hunting animal that doubles as a pet, it’s not a dog that comes to mind. That’s why the birds in my neighborhood have set up a tip line for the resident coyotes on the whereabouts of outdoor-roaming cats.

Apart from aphorisms involving donuts, church choirs or dogs, a real head-scratching expression for me is “she’s no better than she should be,” often darkly muttered by older females about younger women who seem to be having too much fun.

It’s easy to spiral into circular logic trying to figure this one out. Just how good should she be? Where is the bar she must cross before she can be better than she should be? Doesn’t “she’s no better than she should be” imply that she is already meeting the minimum requirements?

Another cryptic saying is “I’ll fix his (or her) wagon.” While it sounds like a kindly offer of help, it’s usually said with vindictive relish, making it highly doubtful that the vehicle in question broke down in the first place. But if the wagon is indeed non-functional, it likely will be in worse shape after the “fixing” is completed.

I wonder if “I’ll fix his wagon,” said with a sneer, was a common threat on the Oregon Trail? Perhaps that’s how the phrase came into being.

If only some of those lazy, non-hunting dogs could be motivated to learn how to repair wagons and offer that service to those who need it, a lot of problems would be solved, and two of these baffling expressions could be retired for good.

But knowing dogs, I’m willing to bet dollars to donuts, or cents to crullers, or even bucks to bear claws that’ll never happen.



Images courtesy of Pixabay

Thursday, November 27, 2025

Mom's Murder Board

 


My Christmas wish this year is for Santa to bring me a murder board.

Let me explain. I watch a lot of murder mysteries on television, including Netflix features like The Thursday Murder Club and series like Death in Paradise. Shows like these increasingly have one thing in common: murder boards.

Forget stakeouts or messy confrontations. A good murder board is all that’s needed to solve the case.

Murder boards are a relatively new staple of detective shows. Columbo didn’t use one. Neither did Jessica Fletcher in Murder She Wrote. That was their loss.

What's necessary

Requirements for a proper murder board include, first of all, a large bulletin board, with thumbtacks and a ball of red string.  

Here’s what happens: first the murder occurs and then, seemingly from out of nowhere, the board appears in the detective’s office.

Soon the detective is tacking up photos of the victim, suspects, and clues to the board. Even small items, such as a ticket stub or a phone number scrawled on a napkin, may get posted on the board.

Clues and photos are connected by string. These connections get arranged and rearranged several times as the detective uses quirky logic to search for the truth. Eventually the board resembles a giant spider web.

As a side note, I’ve noticed the photos on the board look better than you’d expect for a murder investigation. It makes me think that the suspects knew what was coming and decided to have a nice photo on hand for the board.

But my favorite part of a murder board show is the scene where the detective gets a flash of inspiration – from the board, or course – and figures out who did the dirty deed.

The suspects are gathered, confronted with the evidence, and an accusation follows. The detective’s reasoning is so complete, so exquisite, that the accused makes a full confession on the spot without pausing to ask for a lawyer first.  

Murder in my own backyard

Already I can think of lots of uses for my murder board. For example, just recently one of my cats managed to murder a bird while inside a screened-in patio.

It was a classic locked room mystery. If I’d had a murder board I could've displayed photos of the crime scene, along with photos of the feline suspects and the winged victim, who was dragged through the cat flap and deposited on our bedroom rug.

For clues I could have added incriminating paw prints, along with lots of feathers. And although this baffling crime took longer to solve without a murder board, I finally figured out the solution - who did it, why, and how.  


“Who” was the older, more experienced of my two tabby cats, who already had a rap sheet filled with deadly rodent and bird assaults. (I eliminated the younger cat because I’ve watched her try to hunt bugs and it’s pathetic.)

“How” was by stretching a lethal paw under the inch or so of clearance between the bottom of the catio frame and patio and dragging the victim into her lair.

And of the course, I had the motive, the “why.” The murderer was a cat, i.e. a trained assassin, and her deadly instincts were all the motive she needed to kill.

Although I didn’t get a formal confession, the perp (Zelda) was taken into custody, severely reprimanded and temporarily deprived of her patio privileges. The inch-wide gap was blocked.

Case closed.

Other uses

I can think of other uses for my murder board, too. It would be handy for tracking appointments and solving household mysteries such as who put an empty box of cereal back in the pantry or who used the last of the toilet paper without replacing the roll.

I can picture my lovely new board sitting in the kitchen. We could call it “Mom’s Murder Board.”

And no crime in our house would ever go unsolved again.



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