Beauty
My dear friend Sharon, who has, for ages, made up a circle of like-minded horse-crazy ladies, has pulled up stakes and is moving out west.
My dear friend Sharon, who has, for ages, made up a circle of like-minded horse-crazy ladies, has pulled up stakes and is moving out west.
It’s not the sort of thing one brags about, but I sort of look forward to going to my local gas station/mini-mart around this time of year.
They have one of those ubiquitous cappuccino machines that you stick a Styrofoam cup beneath and press a button for it to be filled to the top.
It’s taken ten days of determined attack, but I am glad to report the watermelon has been finished.
From time to time I am asked if I miss performing stand-up, miss the touring, the traveling both domestically and internationally.
Oh, heck no.
However, during those twenty years I would quote George Carlin who liked to say the money he earned was for lugging a suitcase, traveling and living in hotels.
What on earth is that?” I asked Paul, who, coming in from the garden, was carrying what looked to be an enormous, curved yellow club.
“It’s an Armenian cucumber,” he said, depositing it with a thud on the kitchen island.
Sometimes it’s difficult to bring the funny to a weekly column when the life surrounding you isn’t always funny.
And sometimes it’s possible to mine the funny in the not-so-funny and absurd.
A dear friend, in a fit of giggles, was relaying to me the account of seeing her doctor for her annual physical, completely forgetting she had added a fourth tattoo to her subtle collection of cartoon characters and meaningful symbols.
This is the time of year when Paul’s carefully tended vegetable garden begins to explode with tomatoes.
Paul knows, by threat of a cold shoulder that becomes positively glacial, that he is to drive very slowly if I’m on a young, or green, horse in the arena which lies adjacent to our long driveway.
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