Sunday, June 30, 2013
The picture above is of our garden thermometer. I just emailed it to pen-pal, DB, at Vagabond Journeys in response to his hope that we are surviving this heat wave. I am happy to report that we are, sort of. I can rely upon shade, air conditioning, beer and partial nudity to furnish a physical analeptic, but my mental condition is one of inescapable delirium. I am moved by his concern and stabilized by his sympathy, but DB lives 2000 miles away and they are having rain.
I remember rain. It rained a week ago and I did this:
"Ok, who was that guy?"
"Alexander McCall Smith. What is the geography of Japan?
"Wait a minute, who's asking the questions here?"
"That's a question. Don't you know?"
"Ok, Japan is composed of four main islands: Honshu, Hokkaido, Honolulu and the Santa Maria."
"What did Mahatma Gandhi think of Western Civilization?"
"He thought it would be a very good idea. Define Commerce."
"It is a town in Texas. It is also their means of revenue. What is revenue?"
"Trading pit bulls for dope in an ever-expanding cycle of meaningless exchange."
"I think we're delirious now. Pumphouse thermometer says 112 F. Lookie:"
"Who? I've lost track."
"Ok. You know dice?"
"Like throwing dice, in a game?"
"Uh huh. You throw the dice, add the dots, then turn both die over and add the dots of the opposing sides to that."
"It always totals 14."