Which sandwich: I bet you are diplomatic. I have a diplomacy degree, in real life.
We really want to hear what happened at the DMV, you teaser. Two beautiful asiatic I think lilies opened up on the deck this morning. Wow. One a soft apricot, the other cinnabar.
I'm a total sucker for flowers. Each time one of them opens, whatever kind, it seems, I think "especially that one."
They're my opiate. The opiate of me. They keep me going. Even though they too are lying to us, it's a nice try.
Why do they call them "retreats"? I guess it's better than "routed in total disarray." "I was never treated the first time."
I ask too many questions, don't I. That's what happens when you give me an internet. I think we've discovered that.
I cut my sandwich, a real beauty, in half this morning with what must have been a pretty sharp knife. It's sitting here on a creamy mocha colored glass plate, beside me. It is cut perfectly, like Half Dome in Yosemite. I just held it up and looked along its face, if a sandwich can have one, and it's like masonry. Laser cut. Stained glass. Half an exotic geode. A tropical one. Even the sunflower seeds in the bun are halved. Or thirded and two thirds. It looks like a geologic cross section of a salt dome or something. It's the best cut half a sandwich I've ever seen. Swirls of orange, green, yellow, deer suede. There's even some red-violet linings of purple cabbage surrounding their white centers. A split sesame seed. You can practically detect the seasonings in the patty. (Patty?)
This is probably the best cut sandwich of my life. So far. Right here; right now! Wow. It's exciting, isn't it? Out of 16,790 sandwiches, this one's the best.
Probably, there are some torn sandwiches on the other end of the spectrum. Best forgotten. And hard to judge. Compared to carborundum polished flatness.
I think I will helium freeze this guy. If I can resist eating it. Mayhaps the Smithsonian is interested. Otherwise, of course, I'm running out of Fame options.
I did cut it carefully. Consciously. But I had no idea this would happen. I guess I could freeze it and have the local foundry over by the lumberyard cast me one in brass, for the yard collection.
Oh! ~ this reminds me of another project I'm working on; that I don't think anyone's ever worked on before.
And, heh heh, you think you're going to find out what it is?? Without telling us the DMV story? |
