le petit morde
It's been one of those weeks I would be taking Ambien if I had a really early day to rest up for. The stars were in my favor this spring when the summer schedule came together. I would have a hard time commuting across the state to teach a morning class this summer with so much keeping me up at night.
Bushmill helps! Miro's early wake up call helps. She is determined to get us out of bed since she has embraced the idea that she is the alpha creature under this roof. It would be funny if our wee Flannery weren't victim to her shrill howling and claws whenever the two doth meet.
In the meantime I divide the time I am not in the studio or at my desk or in class or in the garden between them. All would be easier if they could travel to these places with me but that would be a recipe for disaster.
That's a list I should be collecting for posting :
Recipes for Disaster.
Hey, anyone out there smell impending doom? Send me your recipe! Your top ten! I will post them for all to see and learn to avoid. If only we could learn from others....that would be an interesting list as well:
Lessons to Avoid Learning First Hand.
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Here's a great recipe that I got from a little old lady on the interstate: Take one gigantic purse. Place it on the back hood of your car. Forget all about it. Your back window should be fogged, preferably, so there's no chance you'll be reminded of your oversight. Drive on down the road. Treat all good Samaritans like they are murderers or stalkers by studiously ignoring any attempts to forestall the inevitable...
A good recipe Apres-Disaster, courtesy of Shel Silverstein:
Me-Stew
I have nothing to put in my stew, you see,
Not a bone or a bean or a black-eyed pea,
So I'll just climb in the pot to see
If I can make a stew out of me.
I'll put in some pepper and salt and I'll sit
In the bubbling water, I won't scream a bit.
I'll sing while I simmer, I'll smile while I'm stewing,
I'll taste myself often to see how I'm doing.
I'll stir me around with this big wooden spoon
And serve myself up at a quarter to noon.
So bring out your stew bowls
You gobblers and snackers.
Farewell-and I hope you enjoy me with crackers!
Ah, your recipe reads familiar! I think its one I've tasted before - with a few substitutions. Like, say a back pack instead of a giant purse...or brief case!
During my years as an art nun academic I arrived home late one afternoon to my wee cottage in the woods to hear someone knock at my door shortly thereafter. Someone followed me home because I drove off and left my briefcase beside my car.
I was lucky it wasn't a stranger or I may not have answered the door.
Thanks for the Shel piece. He is the best of the best.
Amie Oliver, you are so crazy and wild!
this is cindy corkill, reading your recipes for disaster while in my office forecasting the numbers of Texas students (plus the students from Katrina that are here)...
We don't like to think about disaster too much here. It has already affected us too much. And, we're getting sweaters and sleeping bags together to send them to Pakistan for the victims of the earthquake...
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