Creek Jots 4 Feb 11
â–¶ Writer’s Rail Disaster ~Â Wednesday, a writing project moved along quickly and smoothly, a train of thought followed and destination reached. Thursday, wife was home. Box cars left the track and set off in all directions, in a tragic domestic derailment. The dazed author was found that afternoon, muttering incoherently at his wood pile.
â–¶ Grace: Slick ~ Not looking like we’ll be granted weather graces for travel later today due to a “trace coating of ice.” It sounds so trivial. But how much ice does it take to spin a Subaru?
â–¶ Floyd, Naturally ~ Meeting scheduled for today (we’lll see what Grace Slick allows) to discuss this year’s celebration of our local environment and natural resources. It’s really sort of a stealth E _ _TH Day but going tentatively (TBA) as “Land Sakes: Floyd’s Natural and Agricultural Heritage.” Date is April 16. It promises to be a very interesting and informative day, and more details will soon be available for vendors and participants.
â–¶ SPM Index Rising ~Â Â Â This is a test. When I say GO, you must see how quickly you can take your right hand off the steering wheel and punch the button with the little circular loop arrow on it: the ReCIRCULATE button. GO! How’d you do? Better brush up on your quick draw because the SPM numbers are approaching 1. (Squished) Skunks Per Mile is the most telling sign of spring. Pepe LePew keeps making the same fatal mistake: “Do not come wiz me to ze Casbah – we shall make beautiful musicks togezzer right here!” In the middle of the road. Stinkin to high, high heaven.
â–¶ Taffeta, Darling! ~ Our host selects the film for the itinerant Movie Club. Last night, I expect foreign art film with subtitles. Instead: Young Frankenstein. This selection chosen to leave you with as young Froadrick prepares to have him some chocolate flavored breakfast drink.
Frau BlÃ¼cher: Would the doctor care for a… brandy before retiring?
Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: No. Thank you.
Frau BlÃ¼cher: [suggestively] Some varm milk… perhaps?
Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: No… thank you very much. No thanks.
Frau BlÃ¼cher: [suggestively] Ovaltine?
Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: NOTHING! Thank you! I’m a little – tired!
Frau BlÃ¼cher: Then I vill say… goodnight, Herr Doctor.
Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: Goodnight, Frau BlÃ¼cher.