Bits
Maybe we eat there too much?
Diane and I sat down at our local sushi restaurant two days after I bonked my forehead.
Our waitress asked, “What did you do to yourself?â€
I said, “Diane hit me with a rolling pin.†I got my laugh and then I continued, “I’ll have a Sapporo and…â€
She interrupted, “Would you like something for it?â€
“Naw, it’s nothing.†I said, “And Diane would like…â€
“But we have Neosporin.â€
Last night, I arrived, sans Diane, and three separate people asked me why I was alone.
Diane bought a new Subaru Impreza Wagon. She had two dealers, one local and one on The Automile in Norwood, competing for her business. She finally agreed to Tony of Norwood’s price and when she informed local Carl, he appeared befuddled.
Ring dingy
“Diane, how much did you say you paid for your car?â€
Ringy dingy
“Diane, did that include transportation costs?â€
“Yes.â€
Ringy dingy
“Diane, I don’t mean to keep bothering you, but did that price include a trade-in?â€
“No.â€
Diane knew she’d gotten a good price, buy Carl confirmed it. The next time you buy a car, she recommends using the internet to get dealer costs, etc. The next time you buy a car, I recommend you pay Diane to buy it for you.
Matthew drives home from school, parks his Honda, hops into the Subaru and speeds off.
To Ed: The April 18th issue of The New Yorker has a long article about Andrew Mclean.
Peter has settled into Evansville, after an overnight flight on a DC-10, sitting bolt upright in one of those non-reclining bulkhead seats while the the snoozer in front of him slept fully reclined.
From one of Joan’s many emails:
“Addressing your next email, yes, if Peter comes he has serious work to do.
HO & Mac first but then he needs to haul ass.
No frivolous time.
I doubt anyone can match your level of energy.
Although I gave it a shot last night. Up till 2:30 and back up at 6.
Remember my brain needs every sleep nanosecond & then still leaves something to be desired.
What else? Oh, Pete will surprise us.
I thought you would be useless.
To Mike:
Andrew McLean?–you mean the guy who skiied down the Stettner couloir on the Grand Teton? (The 2000′ couloir that my friend Fred led with crampons, ropes, ice axes and 20 hammered snow belays. Fred labeled my picture of it, “The Ski Run to Oblivion”, never realizing that some insane dude had skiied it.) Oh that Andrew Mclean. I’ll go out and get the NYorker right away.
Comment by rakkity — April 30, 2005 @ 4:48 pm
To Fierce Baby:
Pink, white, and yellow Gerber Daisies,Thank You So Much, they did brighten yesteday and today as well.
Comment by Helen Miller — April 30, 2005 @ 9:48 pm
Relationships:
Helen and I watced, “Notebook,” last night, a forties period romance that led her to reminisce on Mac’s courtship. Her brother-in-law, Rod, had remarked that Mac carried the same sense of pride when he presented Helen to the family as their cat did when dropping a mouse at their feet.
Mac traveled from Pittsburgh to Nevada to propose, which unfolded something like this.
Mac to his future father-in-law, “What do you think of marriage?”
Roy, “I think it’s a fine institution except I entered into it under-capitalized.”
Mac to Helen, “I’d like to marry you but I think it wouldn’t be fair to you.”
Helen, “Well, we decided to wait for a year to save up some money. But after all that time we didn’t have much money and we decided that it really had pretty much been a waste of time.”
On telling Mac this morning her memory of the proposal and Rod’s comment, he smiled and responded that I should ask Rod about his chicken, which he had named, “Henry.” Must be a Kansas thing.
The rolling pin comment and your solitary pil(GRIM)age to the sushi restaurant must have created a number of invisible bubbles above the regular patrons and workers. Like, “He probably deserved it.” Or, “Where did he bury her?” Or, “I bet she’s in Mexico by now.” Or, “You can always tell whether a couple will last by the sushi they prefer. She was always a taco-girl and he was all ahi; they were doomed but it took them half the ocean to figure it out.” Or, when the bubbles meet, “Who want’s to bet she’s fish food by now?” And, “I’ll have the shark.”
Comment by pokaku — April 30, 2005 @ 10:01 pm
I loved that movie The Notebook. Totally manipulative, but them as adults was quite moving.
Comment by chris — May 1, 2005 @ 8:24 pm
so, travis has a gig where he is skiing sat am and in san fransisco on sat night. when i mentioned my concerns about his back country skiing, he explained his is not too dangerous. when i mentioned the paumgarten article, he said that this mclean fellow had hung out at his place in davis. no relation to our old friend mark.
Comment by jeffro — May 2, 2005 @ 10:42 pm