It is my observation that it is rarely Hell or High Water; these two have a penchant for arriving simultaneously. I say this fresh from an emergency root-canal. Now fitted out with a bottle of Vicodin & a massive jar of Ibuprofen, I return to a great and incredibly belated mailing of NIADA Souvenir dolls.
Musing on the dark yet somehow charming sense of the absurd frequently demonstrated by the Universe, I’m reminded of my languishing Memoirs. This magnificent opus consists largely of chapter headings at present. But oh, such fine ones:
FRUIT SCENTED SQUID: Who Can Resist Posterity?
NEVER HIRE A TIPSY SCAFFOLD BUILDER
GRANNY’S AX: Remember, You Need the Ice Pick and the Hammer
HE HAD A DREAM: Full Basement, with Urinals
HOW MY PARROT SAVED MY HONOR
FIRST, AN OOGLY MASH: Meditations on the Creative Process
More anon, sweet Friends.