May 21st, 2005


Because I'm tired of doing taxes tonight

1)Total number of books owned?: About 4000 volumes, 1000 periodicals & comic books, 250 pieces or collections sheet music (estimating shelf feet x average size of each), plus 25+ years of sermons in manuscript.

2) The last book I bought?: The Last Kingdom, by Bernard Cornwell.

3) The last book I read?: The Cartoon History of the Universe, by Larry Gonick (halfway through re-reading the second of the three books)

4) 5 books that mean a lot to me?: The Lord of the Rings; Surprised by Joy; Finn and Hengest, the fragment and the episode; The Mind of the Maker; Horton Hatches the Egg -- plus the Bible, of course.

5) Tag 5 people and have them fill this out on their ljs: stryck; that_guy_zach; caoimhinolorica; siege; jadeejf.

Just when you thought everything had been solved

Massachusetts has finally gotten around to repealing a statute from 1675 that forbade Indians from setting foot in the city of Boston.

Now that that cloud has been removed and the welcome mat is out for Native Americans, maybe Ward Churchill will move there.

Oh, wait. That law never did apply to him, did it?
welsh dragon

Oh, the joys of a new season

Today was Find-all-the-camping-gear-and-get-it-straightened-out* Day. Which meant cleaning all the rest of the garage to get TO the camping gear. Mumbling imprecations against people who don't know how to put gear back together when they're done using it. Mumbling extreme imprecations against whatever double-sphinctered fool took all the guylines off the dining fly. (Oh well, it's time to buy some new cord for it, anyway.)

Lots of dust and grit and what-in-the-worlds later, I am ready to start culling the actual gear to go to the UK with us in a mere NINE DAYS' TIME. (Uff da! Vee reelly startin' to freek out now, yoo betcha!)

Kyrie eleison. Christe eleison. Kyrie eleison.

*That would all be one word in German.

See how low I've sunk

Well, another busy day. The Chrysalis detachment rehearsed their musical comedy sketch for tomorrow. The garage got cleaned out, and all the camping gear found. And ALL the iron rations for 16 days of trekking and touring have been purchased, which necessitated smart shopping trips to 3 different stores. I'm sure we have something to displease everybody. ("Leave no ox ungored," that's my motto.)

I am sooo tired. And I have this dreadful joke running through my head. It was told me by a Boy Scout umpteen years ago. Now, as I've always said, "The curse of a good memory is being unable to forget a bad joke." And when I'm this tired, I no longer have the discretion to, either.

So here goes.

Q: What's the difference between beer nuts and deer nuts?
A: Beer nuts are a buck twenty-five; deer nuts are under a buck.

Good night, Nurse.