Pick an Oak
Matt’s back is to me as I enter the kitchen. He’s emptying the dishwasher and the sounds of our odd collection of plates banging into one another partly masks my entry from the hallway.
“Hey Mattâ€
He jumps but not high enough.
“WHAT,†he answers
“Marianne is taking me to a puppet show tonight in Boston.â€
“Why not drive into a tree right now?â€
“No, no. It’s an adult puppet show presented by socialists and anarchists.â€
“Pick an oak.â€
Oh to be a fly on the wall in your kitchen! Classic conversation and snappy dialog is back. Just in time.
Comment by ko — February 1, 2011 @ 7:49 pm
I hope KO had advance notice that this was here, ’cause I’d’ve put significant money on me being the first to notice the first new post in ages … I do occasionally come here as to an abandoned house where great friends once lived — nice to see a light on in the window…
Hilarious rejoinder, Matt — pointy economy of words …
How was the play, oh blogmeister … ?
Comment by allbutspeechless — February 7, 2011 @ 9:23 am
Like allbut, I, too, check in from time time. Imagine my delight this visit. Let there be more. Please.
Comment by FierceBaby — March 16, 2011 @ 10:48 am
Ho, Ha, hee!
Sez old rakitee.
Comment by rakkity — March 23, 2011 @ 10:53 pm
Alas, the blogmeister spends all his scant efforts on Facebook these days (or so I’m told, not having a face there meself … ). But we CAN hope …
And hello to you both, BTW … ! Rakk, you keeping clear of those brushfires threatening Golden … ? FB, does Sylvia have open water yet .. ?
Comment by allbut — March 24, 2011 @ 9:40 am
Hi allbut and rakkity,
So nice to see you both on our old stomping ground again! I miss the blogosphere (sp?)
No open water yet, all. And at the rate this winter is progressing, we won’t see any for a month. Eight plus inches of snow fell on our heads Wednesday. Added to the stuff accumulating since October, we’ll be lucky to see bare ground by the end of April. Why is it, again, that I live here?
Soon,
Fierce
Comment by FierceBaby — March 25, 2011 @ 9:12 am
‘Cuz you love snowshoeing … ? Or ‘cuz a hot toddy and a good book in front of a crackling fire is so much nicer when you couldn’t be paid enough to go outside … ?
Comment by allbut — March 25, 2011 @ 1:00 pm