I wonder if the Jam and Anchovies would be a good name for a pub? Somebody responded to my thing about jam, which caused me to launch into a slightly different rant concerning the proper ingredients, "Jam, btw, should be made of raspberries, strawberries, blackberries or apricots. Can't think of anything else suitable. Only weird people like my wife consider eating jam made out of grapes or gooseberries or martian anchovies." The reference to my wife was hyperbole; she has a tendency to buy blends of stuff--green tea and elderberries, with ginger (I'm making this up, but you get the idea)-- try a spoonful and then declare a moratorium on same. And I use the term "weird" with friendly intent; we're all weird in someone's world view. As Firesign Theater put it so well, "We're all bozos on *this* bus."
Here darkness and confusion have o'ertaken the land, and there is a wailing and gnashing of teeth. But not among the crab, for lo! they have been spared. The plan was simple: since B. is currently off with P. and T. at the world highland dance championship in Scotland and since it is B.'s truck that pulls the boat, substitute instead M.'s Honda Pilot and, with fair tides and auguries, a good day was in prospect. Yesterday M. bought his license, I topped up the fuel tanks and re-charged the battery. With bait in hand, we were ready. And what does flaming nay-chah do? In the middle of August? "Severe weather warning. Thunderstorms and winter-level winds for the rest of the week." I'm sitting where only two days ago I would have been enjoying the coolness and light, and I am huddled in darkness, with a fleece on.
"Hurrumph" is about the only thing a person can say on such a day. And quite a well-rounded and prolonged "hurrumph" that would be too.
Yesterday we were in full, "It's daughter's last weekend before she returns to college" mode--dim sum at Wong's King for lunch (yes, it's really called Wong's King..."joy and satisfaction are our unseen ingredients" http://www.wongsking.com/) and a movie in the afternoon, "Tell No One." I think I would have enjoyed the movie more if I hadn't paid eight dollars to sit about eight feet from the screen. A dollar a foot.
Carry on. David Ritchie, Portland, Oregonp.s. "The Auguries" as a band name is already taken: http:// www.youtube.com/watch?v=ac_P1-JOGNk
though I suspect, or possibly hope, they might disband fairly soon. ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html
