13 January 2002 - 4:56 p.m.
Ooof. I think I have a relief headache - I was "on" this morning, as hymn-leader for early service and then as co-moderator of a worship committee forum after second service. And then there was scolding the dog after she stole a fried egg straight out of the pan (still on the stovetop), and the Yeats audiotape I'll have to return to the library tomorrow because I didn't realize it was already munged up before putting it into my car player. Ooof, ooof, ooof.
On the other hand, over a cup of mint-and-tarragon tea at Second Story Cafe, I solved the layout problem that had been vexing me when I went to bed last night, and acquainted myself with the words of Taraya Darlington, via her book Madame Deluxe, which is a wicked bawdy scream in both the hilarious and violent senses of the word. "The New Ilk of Milk" is one of the best, but too long to reproduce here, but here are some quotes from the others:
I've also got William Matthews' A Happy Childhood out from the library, and it too has too many good moments to catalogue here, but here, just one set of lines, the ones that open the book:
I'd seen wallpaper -- I had buckaroos all over my
It's not every day a gal can write, "I was just cleaning up the emu blood in my fridge..." (The Beautiful Young Man picked up a roll of frozen ground emu at the local organic store a day or two ago and put it into the meat drawer. It has thawed. He did not have a plate underneath it. Sigh.)
It appears we are now regulars at the java-house down the street. The BYM went for his usual without me this morning, and reports that the counter-guy asked, "Hey, where's Vanilla Steamer?"
One year ago: "Being culturally deprived, the BYM cannot transcend his belief that pickles should be green, so when I bring out the little red can of dark brown Taiwanese pickles, he gingerly tries to maneuver it as far away from his side of the table as possible."
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