Here’s a job I might consider, if I could do it part time: mortuary transport driver. Two years ago or so I cajoled H. into letting me drive a hearse to Illinois, bearing someone on their next to-last earthly journey. It was an honor, really. Plus we stopped on the way back and ate fried walleye, back in the days I was eating more of that kind of stuff.

Indiana Recycling, another try

What to do with all those old toilets hanging around--a BIGGER version. No, they're not in my back 40. Southern Indiana, last week.

 

 

Indiana Recycling

What to do with all those old toilets hanging around the back 40.

 

Indiana Fair

Green screen comes to the carny aisle...

Vikings vs Italians

More tales from the commute: boring, I know, but it was SO EASY yesterday. Ah, Columbus Day. B. picked me up at the bottom of the hill at the end of the day and I started in rhapsodizing about the rather traffic-free ride over. Not too many raging drivers. "Well, it is Indigenous People's day," I commented. He slammed on the brakes and said GET OUT OF THE CAR. Then I remembered he's half Italian. "Well," I sniffed, "The Vikings were actually visiting North America long before he made his way to the Bahamas." I'm a mongrel Norwegian, so I had to speak up. He was just kidding. We had spaghetti, meatballs and some kind of Chinese green for dinner. Then I watched Austin & Santino make dresses for 2 ladies in Asheville, NC--another great city, but I digress...

Little did I know what Disney Radio has been up to. But I know now, thanks to my ride in this morning, in a Honda tricked out with Mickey and Minnie seat covers and redolent with the lingering memory of old take-out. The girl singer was shrieking an aqueous buzz, I SHAKE MY HAIR BACK AND FORTH I SHAKE MY HAIR BACK AND FORTH I SHAKE MY HAIR BACK AND FORTH I SHAKE MY HAIR BACK AND FORTH I SHAKE MY HAIR BACK AND FORTH I SHAKE MY HAIR BACK AND FORTH I SHAKE MY HAIR BACK AND FORTH I SHAKE MY HAIR BACK AND FORTH I SHAKE MY HAIR BACK AND FORTH I SHAKE MY HAIR BACK AND FORTH I SHAKE MY HAIR BACK AND FORTH real HARD I SHAKE MY HAIR BACK AND FORTH I SHAKE MY HAIR BACK AND FORTH I SHAKE MY HAIR BACK AND FORTH I SHAKE MY HAIR BACK AND FORTH. At least half of the 8.5-mile span (approach to approach).

Andy enterprises: run, run, run

Oh boy, an Andy show to visit in Indianapolis when I'm there in 2 weeks.   There was a flash mob to kick it off.

Hug a comma?

Today is National Punctuation Day. Perhaps you'd like to cook a meatloaf in celebration.

At the Smog Station

This morning starts with a visit to the tune-up place on E. 14th for a smog test. Leafing through grungy car sale tabloids, I come across a note written  in the margin next to an ad for a 1991 MBZ ($10K): Some people will always hate you for the old person that you were, but they will hate you even more for the better person you have become.  Is this a twisted birthday toast, or a therapy group confession? Older person that I am.

Tomatoes

The heirlooms suffered in the summer cold; the plum, yellow, and cherry tomatoes went wild. A cure for the common  cold: slice plum in half lengthwise, lay out in pan cut side up. Brush on olive oil; add salt/pepper and dried oregano. Roast in slow oven (250) for several hours, until all is soft and carmelized. Slather on sliced baguette. Be glad. Very glad.