I'm going with "Hold your breath till the cows turn blue" because I immediately thought of a painting in my bedroom of a man playing the saxophone with a cow as listener. The artist titled it "Play Until the Cows Come Home." And the color palette has a lot of blue.
Kate Morgan Reade: All of them, but "We need all our ducks in one pond" paints the picture well for me.
As one who studies the Bhagavad Gita and the Brihadaranyaka Upanishad, I related to: They were in a stew over a sacred cow.
Using "stew" both symbolically and literally.
Very good!
Lovely, thank you, Armand!
I'm going with "Hold your breath till the cows turn blue" because I immediately thought of a painting in my bedroom of a man playing the saxophone with a cow as listener. The artist titled it "Play Until the Cows Come Home." And the color palette has a lot of blue.
That’s a great image! Thanks, Liz!
You’re welcome, Kate! Every time I look at that painting I’m reminded of my late brother. He played the saxophone.
Ah, yes, I know that feeling of missing siblings. I trust the painting brings bittersweet but mostly good memories of your brother.
The only bad memories I have of my brother are that he died, and he sufferred getting there. Otherwise, all good memories.
I’m sorry to hear he had a hard time leaving. That’s tough. I am glad you have good memories of everything else, though.
Thank you, Kate. I miss him every day.