When I was young, and my teacher told us not to rest on our laurels, I didn't know what, precisely, she meant.
"What the heck are my laurels? Is that what my buns are called? I've never heard them called that!"
I never asked though because, apparently, I was supposed to know. I don't suppose that many in my grade 7 class, 1959, knew. But nobody else asked either. and we were about 4 or 5 decades short of carrying smart phones in our pockets.
If I had known the meaning, I still wouldn't have been able to rest because I hadn't yet collected any laurels. Still not sure that I have. Perhaps I could borrow yours, as in the picture?
Laurels are prickly crackly things, unpleasant to rest on. Give me a fluffy pillow.
ReplyDeleteThose Romans weren't all that smart, having marble couches on which to lie while eating, even! Do you think they had pillows? I like Vicki's idea best.
ReplyDeleteI never gave it a thought what they are. I just knew not to rest on them!
ReplyDeleteCool post thanks
ReplyDeleteAloha
Interesting gambit AC Aloha
ReplyDeleteSorry, I don't have any either.
ReplyDeleteMy accomplishments are few and far between. Nothing to rest upon.
ReplyDeleteNo laurels here, physical or metaphorical!
ReplyDeleteI haven't come across the phrase but maybe one's trash could be another's treasure
ReplyDeleteReally confused by your title. It says Laura-less. Unless that is the singular for laurels, I wondered why you lost a woman. Or girl. Or child.
ReplyDeleteOdd phrase to say to a 13 year old. Maybe at the time it was a common phrase, but you'd think she'd have been able to come up with something more relatable.
ReplyDeleteFunny cartoon. I would disagree that you haven't had success in your life. You & your wife raised two wonderful humans to be contributors to the world, you & your wife both had successful jobs/careers, you continue to contribute to making the world a wonderful place ... off the soap box now (col). Happy Canada Day.
ReplyDeleteWe evidently had the same teacher.
ReplyDelete@Joanne: I understand. That's just how I decided to write it rather than correctly.
ReplyDeleteLove it. The way my family turned it, one could not rest on one's oars. hmm.
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