Randomness....
Oct. 5th, 2003 02:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
senoritafishNuts. I had a big beautiful Cosmos in the front planter that was covered with white flowers edged in pink (see, it's ok, as long as I don't have to wear it). It was lovely, and especially nice because everything else is beginning to die back.
I went out front yesterday, and the main stem of the thing was lying on the ground. I asked John when that happened, and he said it had snapped off when the wind was blowing pretty hard the afternoon before. This one was growing right at the Y in the soaker hose; it got water from both branches, plus I think the hose joint dripped more than that hose. It was bigger than all of the other ones I planted at the same time, and maybe the extra growth weakened it. A lot of the lower branches are still there, still with plenty of blooms on them, but whole thing looks weedy now. I guress I'll have to pull everything out soon.
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I wanted all last weekend to get to the bookstore to get the book for my bookgroup: Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Jesus's Childhood Pal, by Christopher Moore. Never could get there, and then Wednesday, John called me at work and said "We have to go to my Mom's to take care of the puppy (she was out of town). Why don't we just go to Mimi's Cafe for dinner afterwards?" And since I had had nothing but a Cup O' Noodles for lunch, I agreed.
It wasn't till the next morning that I realized I totally spaced on my book group, again. Still want to get the book, though. Sounds funny and irreverent.
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We're hoping we can get John's mom come over to feed and put the kids to bed Monday night. Garrison Keillor is going to be dong a book reading and signing at Beckman Auditorium at CalTech for FREE! I need to pick up his new book too. Al Franken is going to be there later this month, with his book "Lies and the Lying Liars Who Tell Them.
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Angus's favorite program lately is "Good Eats" on the Food Network. John's mom gave us some videos as a Christmas present and for the last couple of weeks Angus keeps asking to watch them. Alton Brown is funny and knowledgeable - I like his parody of The Raven, and his show on garlic involves Count Vlad trying to get over his phobia, but it doesn't seem like it would be a 5-year old's favorite show. He told me, "I have to watch this to learn to cook!" He'd better not say that to his dad! Anyway, he's been watching that tape for three hours!
Now Avalon is leafing through my old Asian cookbook that Dad gave me back in college. Maybe another one will be interested too. John'll like that.
So, I'll leave you with this...
I went out front yesterday, and the main stem of the thing was lying on the ground. I asked John when that happened, and he said it had snapped off when the wind was blowing pretty hard the afternoon before. This one was growing right at the Y in the soaker hose; it got water from both branches, plus I think the hose joint dripped more than that hose. It was bigger than all of the other ones I planted at the same time, and maybe the extra growth weakened it. A lot of the lower branches are still there, still with plenty of blooms on them, but whole thing looks weedy now. I guress I'll have to pull everything out soon.
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I wanted all last weekend to get to the bookstore to get the book for my bookgroup: Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Jesus's Childhood Pal, by Christopher Moore. Never could get there, and then Wednesday, John called me at work and said "We have to go to my Mom's to take care of the puppy (she was out of town). Why don't we just go to Mimi's Cafe for dinner afterwards?" And since I had had nothing but a Cup O' Noodles for lunch, I agreed.
It wasn't till the next morning that I realized I totally spaced on my book group, again. Still want to get the book, though. Sounds funny and irreverent.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
We're hoping we can get John's mom come over to feed and put the kids to bed Monday night. Garrison Keillor is going to be dong a book reading and signing at Beckman Auditorium at CalTech for FREE! I need to pick up his new book too. Al Franken is going to be there later this month, with his book "Lies and the Lying Liars Who Tell Them.
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Angus's favorite program lately is "Good Eats" on the Food Network. John's mom gave us some videos as a Christmas present and for the last couple of weeks Angus keeps asking to watch them. Alton Brown is funny and knowledgeable - I like his parody of The Raven, and his show on garlic involves Count Vlad trying to get over his phobia, but it doesn't seem like it would be a 5-year old's favorite show. He told me, "I have to watch this to learn to cook!" He'd better not say that to his dad! Anyway, he's been watching that tape for three hours!
Now Avalon is leafing through my old Asian cookbook that Dad gave me back in college. Maybe another one will be interested too. John'll like that.
So, I'll leave you with this...
Once upon a mid-morn dreary
While I pondered with eyes quite bleary
Many a curious volume of culinary lore,
On a latte I was sucking
Yet suddenly there came a clucking
As if salesman were a-mucking
Mucking about my kitchen door
'Tis a salesman, only this and nothing more.
Yet presently the noise repeated
So I hollered, no longer seated
"Beat it pesky husker
Mucking 'bout my kitchen door
At my business I'm now working
So my chain you best stop jerking!"
Then throwing wide my kitchen door
I found there a chicken, nothing more
Leapt back I then, with a stutter
As the phantom bird did, with a flutter,
Mount the folk-art bust of Julia Child
There upon my kitchen floor
Perched and sat, and nothing more
Then the pallid poultry most perplexing
Did set my meager mind to guessing
"From whence did you come to
Perch upon the bust of Julia
Here upon my kichen floor?"
Quoth the chicken "Fry Some More."
As certain as my heart is ticking
I'm certain that that no living chicken
Has ever so clearly commanded a living cook before
With utterances so clear and shocking
That even I could not ignore
Quoth the chicken "Fry Some More."
I thought "Perhaps she's on to something."
For too long now I've been supping
Food incapable of nourishing my anguished soul
Perhaps some truly Good Eats
My hungry soul could restore
Quoth the chicken "Fry Some More."
Good Eats, that is.
