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During yesterday's shift at the hospital, I cleaned a pink Ford Mustang the size of my forearm. There were things rattling under the hood that didn't sound like they should be, so I fished around its innards for a while. Eventually, I pulled out two Lego pieces and a goose.
It's just fun to say, "And then I pulled out a goose!"
Cleaning seems to be the theme of the week so far. Miss Abby is actively molting (the wastebasket was empty this morning, but small mammals could comfortably nest in it now), I'm back to cooking (which means more dishwashing), and several projects are in the thick of the neaten-things-up phase.
Word to Nashville folks: Midtown Cafe's running a $12.12 two-course lunch special this week.
Speaking of fun phrases, the recent interview of Ian Falconer in the NYT Book Review delighted me. I especially liked this bit:
It's just fun to say, "And then I pulled out a goose!"
Cleaning seems to be the theme of the week so far. Miss Abby is actively molting (the wastebasket was empty this morning, but small mammals could comfortably nest in it now), I'm back to cooking (which means more dishwashing), and several projects are in the thick of the neaten-things-up phase.
Word to Nashville folks: Midtown Cafe's running a $12.12 two-course lunch special this week.
Speaking of fun phrases, the recent interview of Ian Falconer in the NYT Book Review delighted me. I especially liked this bit:
Interviewer: If you could meet any writer, dead or alive, who would it be? What would you want to know?
Falconer: An answer to that could be its own book. Socrates, I'm sure, could really hold a dinner table. I'll bet Suetonius could keep your attention too. (“Oh my dear! Next to Galba, Caligula was an absolute nun!”)
