Friday, January 27, 2006

Anticipation

My Elizabeth is flying in tonight for a few days' visit. So I may be distracted over the weekend, waiting on her hand and foot, stealing as many hugs as she will allow, making whatever food her heart desires. In a few minutes I'll be heading for the kitchen to concoct my famous cherry dessert. It's her favorite. Her eyes roll up in their sockets while she's eating it.

Movie Review: Bernadette and her mother went to one last weekend. As usual, they did not seek my advice as to what might be worth seeing. So they considered the options and said, "Hmm, George Clooney. He's cute. How bad can it be?" They saw Syriana. Bernadette's reaction on the way out of the theatre: "What in hell was that all about?" This is significant because she's not in the habit of swearing.

There was something else I wanted to say, but can't remember what it was. I wish O'Rama would get back home. That wasn't what I wanted to say. Just occurred to me.

23 comments:

Elena said...

Have a nice visit with your daughter!


I miss TSO too. Wonder where he wandered off to?

William Luse said...

To the Caribbean, I think.

TS said...

Awww, thanks guys! Nice to be missed.

Hope the viz with Liz went well. But better watch that cherry dessert - ballet dancers have to stay lithe.

William Luse said...

Good to have you back. She's still here. The dessert's almost gone. But she's still lithe. I'm trying to help out even more by making homemade pizza tonight.

TS said...

I'll be over. Save me some.

William Luse said...

And I mean homemade. The crust from scratch. And German beer for accompaniment.

alicia said...

care to share the recipe?

William Luse said...

For what? The dessert, the pizza, or the beer?

alicia said...

dessert
I know how to make pizza and where to buy beer
we have some nice local brews up here, BTW. But not as good as the ones in ORegon.

William Luse said...

That's what I figured. I'll send it along when I get some spare time. It'll take a while to write up because it's not exactly a recipe.

Zippy said...

I thought she was asking for the recipe for making such beautiful daughters.

Q: How do you make a small fortune?

A: Start with a big one.

Mom must be a knockout.

William Luse said...

She's knocked me out a couple of times.

TS said...

I see Zippy's comment got zipped up and shipped to the place where deleted comments go. I thought his line was funny and not beyond the pale, though of course I'm a semi-unregenerate...

zippy said...

Yeah, obviously I didn't think it inappropriate or I wouldn't have posted it, but on the other hand I've never been accused of overzealous good taste. And if it produced anything other than a smile in our host it is better off gone.

William Luse said...

Maybe it was and maybe it wasn't. I was already in a foul mood when I read it due to other circumstances. I allow a lot of leeway, but tend to get hypersensitive when it comes to my girls. "Knocked up" is what happens to fornicators, for whom the event is not a welcome one. It might have been funny in a different context. Zippy's still welcome to try his luck here, though.

zippy said...

See, now, there is a linguistic-cultural difference here. When one of my siblings or in-laws or other extended family becomes with child, it isn't at all uncommon for that term to be used by others in the clan with a smile and a twinkle. That is probably part and parcel of the amoralization of language, though, and I shouldn't be a participant in it. Sorry for any offense.

William Luse said...

I know you didn't mean anything by it. My generation specialized in "the amoralization of language."

zippy said...

Ah, but see, whether I intended offense or not, at the very best posting it could be called a mistake, at this point :-). Mea culpa.

William Luse said...

It was a mistake, the offense being material, not formal. In fact, it may have existed only in my own mind, which makes it...?

TS said...
This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.
William Luse said...

The comment might be deleted, but the study of its merits could take a while pending determination as to whether or not any of its so-called merits are in fact merely meretricious in an effort to frustrate the necessity to make up my mind as to whether or not you have made up yours as to which side of the three possible sides of the issue you are actually on. I'll keep you posted...

TS said...

My deleted comment went...

I don't think your reaction to Zippy's comment was "only in your head" since the first time I saw it I thought "man, Zippy's being pretty daring there" (although I recognize the possibility it could only be in both of our heads at the same time). That's not to say I'd wished at the time he hadn't said it. I'd wished I'd have said it since I thought it was funny, though now, of course, I'd wished neither he nor I had said it since it was not taken positively though that particular concern was not present in my head at the time I was reading it.

So as I said I think there's the possibility of some mistake in the material, objectively speaking, though not the formal, though I don't know what this material and formal stuff means since I haven't been to a formal since my high school prom and material is something my wife uses to sew outfits. But having a PHd in Blowhardiness, I comment thus anyway. This comment will likely be deleted, pending a study of its merits.

TS said...

Time for a song (to tune "Hokey Pokey). Maestro!

Put your comment in,
Take your comment out,
Put your comment in
and shake it all about--

You do the hokey-pokey
and you turn yourself around,
That's what it's all about!

You put your left foot in
you take your left foot out
you put your left foot in
and it ends up in your mouth--

You do the hokey-pokey
and you turn yourself around,
That's what it's all about!