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Meet the
Columnist
Columnist, Sheila
Moss, is a free-lance writer from Tennessee. She writes
funny stuff about southern life, women's issues, family
matters and anything else that she finds amusing.
She is
seen weekly in the Daily News of Kingsport, Griffin Journal and Hill
Country Times and
appears in a monthly humor publication called Foolish
Times. She has written for Atlanta Woman Magazine, Aberdeen Examiner, Angleton
Advocate, and Smyrna AM, a supplement of the Murfreesboro Daily News
Journal. She has been
published by Voyageur Press, McGraw Hill, and the good folks
at Guidepost Books have recently published a number of her
articles in their Let There Be Laughter series of
books. Her articles have appeared in
numerous other publications, both print and online.
She is a board member and the Web
Editor of Columnists.com, website of the National Society of Newspaper
Columnists, the
oldest and largest professional organization
for news columnists. She is also the Web Editor of
Southern
Humorists.com as well as a founder of the Southern Humorists writers
organization and this website, Humor
Columnist.com.
To carry her self- syndicated weekly column in your
newspaper, or
to republish an
article, please contact her. It's that easy.
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The Egypt Series
The Felucca
In the afternoon we went on yet another boat, a traditional sailboat called a
felucca, which is a type of boat used for thousands of years. We sailed over to
an island on our own wind speed, but coming back the wind died and we had to use
a tow from a motorboat that was on standby just in case. The sailboat was
interesting, but a bit scary as I've heard that they turn over easily.
On the island we walked through a botanical garden with a lot of beautiful
flowers and a lot of wild feral cats. Animals seem to roam in droves everywhere
at will. We hope someone feeds the cats, but they didn't act like it. They were
following the tourists around and begging, like everything else in
Egypt.
On the way back from the island we were entertained with an impromptu performance by a Nubian man with a tambourine, who taught us to sing in the
Nubian language before bringing out his beads to sell. I had already bought
beads from the ever-present bead vendors at the botanical garden, five for a
dollar, too cheap to pass up, but probably too cheap to last long either. They
have a sandalwood smell that is so strong I had to put them in a zip-lock bag
when I got back, but even so I can still smell them.
We began the first day of the river cruise on the Nile yesterday. I'm so tired
that I had to skip the Nubian museum today and save energy to see other things.
After the camel ride yesterday, I've seen about enough Nubian things for a while
anyhow. My ankle still hurts pretty badly and is black and blue and swollen, but
I don't think it is broken. I'm also black and blue in the places where the
saddle rubbed me. This camel riding stuff is not for sissies.
Later in the day we went to Kom Ombo, which was a very nice temple and one of my
favorites not only for the architecture but because there were no stairs to
climb -- hooray! Of course, that is not counting the ones to get from the ship
up the side of the riverbank. This temple was dedicated to two Gods -- the
crocodile god Sobeth and the Ram god Hapi.
At the back of the temple was an interesting wall with pictures of surgical
instruments from ancient times, which shows that the ancient Egyptians practiced
medicine. Also, there was an interesting relief of women in childbirth. One long
walkway was where people came that wanted to be cured and slept over night. I
considered spending the night to see what it would do for my foot, but I suppose
that is not allowed now.
The pharaohs recorded the deeds they had done to honor the gods in hyrographics
on the walls of the temple, sort of like an ancient blogging. They hoped the
record of their deed would help them in the afterlife. I don't know what
blogging helps people with nowadays.
Later that night, we had a costume party on the boat and everyone dressed up like
ancient Egyptians -- more or less. I got a costume at the boat's gift shop and
tried to participate in the games, but I ended up sitting it out most of the
time due to my aching knees and broken foot. At least I didn't have to get
wrapped in toilet paper like a mummy, like those who agreed to participate.
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Copyright 2010 Sheila Moss
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Sheila Moss
Nashville, TN 37219
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