Egad! A coniferous UFO! And while I am still trying to get my mind around the idea of natural candy canes... I imagine them growing on candy cane trees, probably on The Big Rock Candy Mountain, right next to the lemonade springs. That seems more likely than having the sprout like cabbages or grow underground like carrots. I have no trouble getting my mind around the idea of President Howard Dean, though. And we just saw a medium-sized possum on the patio.
Well, Alan, I think it just means there's no high fructose corn syrup in them, and they are made the old fashioned way, which involves real peppermint (not imitation) and pulling the taffy-like substance into shape by hand before it hardens. The taste difference is AMAZING!!
Beau and I are in the process of developing a routine that seems to make us both very happy, lol!
Once or twice a day, I'll become aware that he's just sitting on the far side of the couch to my left, staring at me. I nod, and he comes to the near side, between my chair and the back of the couch, and I give him a good full body love/pat/pet. After a while I feel I'm done and stop, and go back to the computer. In a minute or two, I feel a poke to the ribs with a wet nose. I laugh, but don't move, which evokes a pokepoke. So I laugh harder, which causes a pokepokepoke. About then belly laughs arise, and the pokes become nearly continuous until I, still laughing very hard, arise and go to the door and let him out. . . .
Most of my pile of "books to read" from Christmas 2012 remains unread, but that's OK. They won't spoil. Day before yesterday I re-read Ursula LeGuin's "April in Paris," which was the first story she ever sold. Still a very fine, memorable story, with a happy ending. Nothing profound, but very enjoyable.
Some of the police agencies which we serve at Job No. 1 have been busy rounding up drunk drivers the past few days, which cuts into my coffee breaks (!) pretty seriously. More to come, I'm sure. The first week of January is our busiest of the year for that sort of thing. One of the problems with the DUI checkpoints is that if a person drives up properly, stops appropriately, and parks properly, it is a little hard to say the s/he is incapable of driving safely (part of the definition of DUI out here). It occurred to me that they could add an obstacle course to the approach, so one has to weave through a formation of cones, for instance.
Egad! A coniferous UFO! And while I am still trying to get my mind around the idea of natural candy canes... I imagine them growing on candy cane trees, probably on The Big Rock Candy Mountain, right next to the lemonade springs. That seems more likely than having the sprout like cabbages or grow underground like carrots. I have no trouble getting my mind around the idea of President Howard Dean, though. And we just saw a medium-sized possum on the patio.
ReplyDelete--Alan
Was the possum's name "Pogo," by any chance? You'll recall that he ran from President once. If Howard doesn't run, I GO POGO!
DeleteWell, Alan, I think it just means there's no high fructose corn syrup in them, and they are made the old fashioned way, which involves real peppermint (not imitation) and pulling the taffy-like substance into shape by hand before it hardens. The taste difference is AMAZING!!
DeleteBill-- No, not Pogo. Remember how Pogo was too political for some newspapers? Walt Kelly had to make a second non-political version.
Deletelistener-- Oh, OK--made with natural ingredients. (To tell the truth I figured as much, but just wanted to josh you a bit.)
--Alan
Beau and I are in the process of developing a routine that seems to make us both very happy, lol!
ReplyDeleteOnce or twice a day, I'll become aware that he's just sitting on the far side of the couch to my left, staring at me. I nod, and he comes to the near side, between my chair and the back of the couch, and I give him a good full body love/pat/pet. After a while I feel I'm done and stop, and go back to the computer. In a minute or two, I feel a poke to the ribs with a wet nose. I laugh, but don't move, which evokes a pokepoke. So I laugh harder, which causes a pokepokepoke. About then belly laughs arise, and the pokes become nearly continuous until I, still laughing very hard, arise and go to the door and let him out. . . .
I believe he's very good for my health.
Can't buy that at Amazon.com, for sure!
Delete--Alan
He is, indeed, puddle. He is indeed.
ReplyDeleteGood Boy!!
Most of my pile of "books to read" from Christmas 2012 remains unread, but that's OK. They won't spoil. Day before yesterday I re-read Ursula LeGuin's "April in Paris," which was the first story she ever sold. Still a very fine, memorable story, with a happy ending. Nothing profound, but very enjoyable.
ReplyDeleteSome of the police agencies which we serve at Job No. 1 have been busy rounding up drunk drivers the past few days, which cuts into my coffee breaks (!) pretty seriously. More to come, I'm sure. The first week of January is our busiest of the year for that sort of thing. One of the problems with the DUI checkpoints is that if a person drives up properly, stops appropriately, and parks properly, it is a little hard to say the s/he is incapable of driving safely (part of the definition of DUI out here). It occurred to me that they could add an obstacle course to the approach, so one has to weave through a formation of cones, for instance.
TTFN
Alan