I have become a creature of the night. It has been hot here so I plan my activities for the night and the early morning. This morning I walked to the grocery store in the cool morning air. I weakened in my quest for a Cretan diet and succumbed to the sirene call of spaghetti and sausages. The sauce came out nice and I laid down to read about three in the afternoon. I woke up at ten this evening and have been out on the porch looking at the Moon and enjoying the cool air. There is a bright object near the Moon and, as it does not twinkle, I assume that it is a planet. The Moon, the giver of life to the planet. Without its effects on the ocean, there may never have been life on this Earth. That comes from the Rare Earth theory that Professor Pappagianos developed that rescinded the Billions and Billions theory. A Sun-like star, a rocky planet, a large satellite, a metallic environment, a distance from the galactic center, and an avoidance of the spiral arms, abundant water, and residence in the habitable zone, all these things must come together to produce life. Talk about intelligent design! Coincidence is hardly an explanation. Back to the night. I was getting worried about my nocturnal habits. Avoiding sunlight, spending the daylight hours sleeping, Bram Stoker would understand the symptoms but then I was cheered by my affinity for large amounts of garlic. I make a forty clove tomato sauce that the Count would abhor. I don't deal well with the heat. I have worked in the heat many times but never enjoyed it. I remember being stuck in Hope Arkansas in August and it was so oppressive as to be overwhelming. Of course the fact that Hope Arkansas was a dry town may have had something to do with it. It does not usually get this hot in Massachusetts this early. August is usually the crucible and I can remember my Mother sending us to the movies when it was hot. The movie theatre was air-conditioned and the admission price for children was twenty-five cents. This global warming thing seems to be earlier than expected. Shame on humanity! We have soiled our own nest. I have been reading Chesterton. If anyone ever needs to give advice on living to a grown son, his letters to his son are the place to go. Written four hundred years ago, it is amazing how little life has changed. Machiavelli is for weasels and Chesterton is for realists. Two reasons to rejoice: 1. HOORAY for Nancy Pelosi! It is about time that someone said the Emperor is naked. 2. The grocery store has Creme Fraiche! The Cholesterol Derby is off and running. Still no Greek oregano, Old Neighborhood knackwurst, or decent gruyere but you can't have everything. Strawberries and Creme Fraiche, there is hope for humanity here in Lake Uxbridge where the children are all above average, each and every one of them. I enjoyed listening to that show so much, that and Spiders Web. I guess that comes from listening to the Lone Ranger as a boy and then being hustled off to bed before Inner Sanctum came on so the boys would not have the heebie jeebies all night and my parents could get some sleep without having a crowd in their bed. That was my Father's answer to all of the boy's problems. "Get in the big bed.". It was old fashioned but it certainly worked.
I haven't been listening in a while,but I bet it's still pretty good. Here is a link you can even listen to older shows.. http://prairiehome.publicradio.org/ Peace
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I have become a creature of the night. It has been hot here so I plan my activities for the night and the early morning.
This morning I walked to the grocery store in the cool morning air. I weakened in my quest for a Cretan diet and succumbed to the sirene call of spaghetti and sausages. The sauce came out nice and I laid down to read about three in the afternoon. I woke up at ten this evening and have been out on the porch looking at the Moon and enjoying the cool air. There is a bright object near the Moon and, as it does not twinkle, I assume that it is a planet. The Moon, the giver of life to the planet. Without its effects on the ocean, there may never have been life on this Earth. That comes from the Rare Earth theory that Professor Pappagianos developed that rescinded the Billions and Billions theory. A Sun-like star, a rocky planet, a large satellite, a metallic environment, a distance from the galactic center, and an avoidance of the spiral arms, abundant water, and residence in the habitable zone, all these things must come together to produce life. Talk about intelligent design! Coincidence is hardly an explanation.
Back to the night. I was getting worried about my nocturnal habits. Avoiding sunlight, spending the daylight hours sleeping, Bram Stoker would understand the symptoms but then I was cheered by my affinity for large amounts of garlic. I make a forty clove tomato sauce that the Count would abhor.
I don't deal well with the heat. I have worked in the heat many times but never enjoyed it. I remember being stuck in Hope Arkansas in August and it was so oppressive as to be overwhelming. Of course the fact that Hope Arkansas was a dry town may have had something to do with it.
It does not usually get this hot in Massachusetts this early. August is usually the crucible and I can remember my Mother sending us to the movies when it was hot. The movie theatre was air-conditioned and the admission price for children was twenty-five cents. This global warming thing seems to be earlier than expected. Shame on humanity! We have soiled our own nest.
I have been reading Chesterton. If anyone ever needs to give advice on living to a grown son, his letters to his son are the place to go. Written four hundred years ago, it is amazing how little life has changed. Machiavelli is for weasels and Chesterton is for realists.
Two reasons to rejoice:
1. HOORAY for Nancy Pelosi! It is about time that someone said the Emperor is naked.
2. The grocery store has Creme Fraiche! The Cholesterol Derby is off and running. Still no Greek oregano, Old Neighborhood knackwurst, or decent gruyere but you can't have everything. Strawberries and Creme Fraiche, there is hope for humanity here in Lake Uxbridge where the children are all above average, each and every one of them. I enjoyed listening to that show so much, that and Spiders Web. I guess that comes from listening to the Lone Ranger as a boy and then being hustled off to bed before Inner Sanctum came on so the boys would not have the heebie jeebies all night and my parents could get some sleep without having a crowd in their bed. That was my Father's answer to all of the boy's problems. "Get in the big bed.". It was old fashioned but it certainly worked.
I haven't been listening in a while,but I bet it's still pretty good. Here is a link you can even listen to older shows..
http://prairiehome.publicradio.org/
Peace
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