In honor of the LN Saturday morning buffet, I will sing the following...with apologies to Bob King...ahem...
wiches are beautiful,
wiches are fine.
wiches, I eat them all the time;
I eat them for my supper and I eat them for my lunch;
If I had a hundred
wiches, I'd eat them all at once.
...now, I will sing "New York, New York" without apologizing to anyone...except those who no longer have their fingers in their ears...actually,
those patrons I feel sorry for, because they are deaf to my tone deafness... in fact, they're lucky.
I sing that song in honor of enjoies's very nice picture! enjoies, I like your photos...keep them coming. I've been through NY on planes and a
train, but I've only spent one day actually exploring the city. I think I should have to live three months there to really see it.
Hey, Spira, glad you like the book. Speaking of channeling, here's an honest to God, pinky swear, true story. Md and I went to a lovely small hotel
for a long weekend. It turned into a very romantic time; as it turned out, I believe I got some encouragement, from more than having a glass of wine
on the romantic balcony, while listening to romantic music from a Spanish guitar below.
You see, upon leaving, we were asked by the clerk if we had seen Sylvia. I thought that she meant, did we see our hotel maid, which was a strange
question. Then it popped into my head, the hotel has a ghost...and we had stayed in the room she purportedly haunted! And Sylvia was said to be a lady
of the night, or at the least, romantically involved with a sailor...or two...but she is said to have committed suicide in that room...or found dead
by someone else's hands...
I think I channeled Sylvia that stay. Of course, MrD had quite a time...don't think we've had such a time as that again...and, no, whaaa, sorry, but
I won't re-enact my Sylvia impression here...
I found a book for Russian Soldier: Beulah, A Biography of the Mineral King Valley of California by L Jackson.
Oh, and I found a book for enjoies: Elephants in My Mailbox by R Horchow.
I never did come across one of my favorite books, Uspenky's Theory of Equations. I'm pretty sure it got lost years ago in the divorce. My ex would
box up "my stuff" he found every once in a while, but some of the "stuff" was just junk I think he wanted to off load. I would find these boxes on
my doorstep every so often. At first I thought maybe a rattlesnake would jump out or a device would explode, but, no, he was just adamant to get rid
of all "my stuff" in his Life.
Well, my only moose spotting has been a Moosehead beer. Is that beer still highly popular in Canada?
Oh, there's a movie called, something like, Seven Dumpsters and a Corpse. Well, I will inform everyone at LN, that I only used one dumpster and found
no corpse downstairs. Yay!
How has everyone been enjoying their summertime? Work has been long hours for me, and I look forward to weekends...and Labor Day long weekend coming
up. The truck is back in the shop to take care of a couple things, but when we get it back, we plan to drive up to the mountains for the day.
I'm still debating if I want to stay at Yosemite for Labor Day weekend. There're still rooms left at the Ahwahnee...definitely look that one up,
Spira!...but I'm not sure I want to be in the Valley with all the crowds that weekend ... although the hotel is kinda off by itself...well, I'll
give it another thought... staying home wouldn't be all that bad really...what's that MrD? Go look for Sylvia? ... such a character is that MrD!