Been chasing snipe and wild geese all day. Now it’s quitting time and I have to disappear fast before they find something else for me to do. Elder Daughter comes home tonight. Theoretically, at least. Breathe deep, there there. She’ll be fine.
I was at a U N c*nference on n*rcotic dr*gs this week. Spent all day there today: in the breaks, everyone went out into the foyer and smoked.
And a security guy with a thing in his ear kicked me out for taking pictures, which is what I was there to do in the first place. Like Kafka crossed with Clint Eastwood. He spoke, not in a whisper, but in a growl. Smaller than me, but I didn’t give him any sass.
Not only did they smoke during a meeting about drugs, they did it inside the building. Now that’s irony.
Hey! I’m just bouncing around letting people know that I’ve moved to http://randomwalks.com/drublood – in case you are interested.
Sorry to post in comments!
Were you still wearing your short, terrified pants?
(If so, will you post photos?)
(I’m sorry. I am filled with glee at the idea of short, terrified pants. Because you’re the only American I know who says “short pants” instead of “shorts” or “hot pants.” Hot pants, woet.)
Hot, terrified pants.
“And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced:”
Coleridge, Kubla Khan
I think of a sprinter wearing lederhosen.