And you- Mr. Party Animal, Little FuzzyTummied Bunny, where are you?- isn't that what CGB used to call you?
I can't believe that for once I'm awake in the middle of the night and there is not one DARian around. I thought you all never slept! DId you see me coming?
Oh no! look- here she comes in that ratty nightgown carrying a bag of cheesesticks and she's going to talk our ears off- I can tell! Hide! Quick!
Heck widja. I'll talk anyway.
I just finished E.B. White's Death of a Pig. If you haven't read his essays, do. Slowly, like a fine wine. They are to be savored.
He had a dog named Fred, with whom you will identify.
Tonight I also watched Predator with Ammo, a young Arnold movie, filled with many shots highlighting his biceps. We oohed and ahhed, probably for different reasons.
And I made pasta a fagioli, because we all needed vitamins.
ANd I called the choir director and told her I wouldn't be able to sing the descant after I tried to warm up and discovered that someone had removed my vocal cords while I slept last night.
Let's see, I've been playing on the Quotes thread. I love quotes and collect them. I have a folder filled with them--scraps of paper- I jot them down on deposit slips in doctor's offices, or grocery stores, on napkins in the car or in restaurants, sheets with stock quotes next to Ovidian translations during the day here.
Here's one for you- an intellectual one from the movie THe Crusades spoken by Loretta Young to Richard the Lionhearted:
You just gotta save Christianity, Richard! You gotta!
Wow- it's 3 am. MAybe I should try to sleep again... |
