He hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book;
He hath not eat paper, as it were;
He hath not drunk ink.
- William Shakespeare, "Love's Labour's Lost," 4.2
Ding Dong! The armoire's up. Which armoire? The Satanic armoire!
Ding Dong! The stupid armoire's up.
The back and sides are attached and standing upright at any rate. Now there's much head scratching going on about how to install the shelves and attach the door. There still seems to be about 5,000 parts left in the plastic bag of hardware.
I really have nothing much to say today. This is my 4th day of lying around like the Queen of Sheba and basically vegetating. Why blow a good thing and start taxing my brain now? Actually, I haven't spent my entire holiday weekend doing nothing. My house is cleaner than it's been in a long time, and I do have the new armoire thingey -- albeit still mostly unassembled. I've been doing a lot of other (mostly pleasurable) things as well, so I consider it a long weekend well spent. Okay, so I'm exaggerating with the Queen of Sheba analogy. There's no one standing by waving fans and feeding me grapes. I must say, though, that's not a bad little fantasy.
If Labor Day signifies celebration of working folks with an extra weekend day thrown in, I'm all for it. Happy Labor Day to you.
That said, and it still being true that I have so little to say, let's just listen to some music. I chose this because /t. mentioned it the other day and it evokes some mighty fine memories.
It's Iron Butterfly, "In A Gadda Da Vida." And I'll tell you what, I'll make up some kind of award for the first person who can actually define "in a gadda da vida." It's been said that the singer was drunk and slurring the words, "in the Garden of Eden." Maybe that's true, maybe it isn't. Even if it is true, I'll bet you anything there's a much more fun definition rattling around in somebody's head.
In A Gadda da Vida - Part I
In A Gadda Da Vida - Part II
Speaking of definitions, why don't I toss out a few Words Gone Wild and see what you can do with them?
treated wyth respect
we're being jipped
neither here nore there
|Chance You'll Live to 100: 71%|
100 is looking pretty likely for you right now. You've made your health a priority.
So kick back, keep doing what you're doing, and enjoy the great life you've made for yourself.
And you might get to see what the world is like 70, 80, or even 90 years from now.