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Away in a Streets of Laredo
Dec. 16th, 2006 08:42 pmSpent today shopping the Elmwood Strip, Zobar-style, which involved a lot more of the scientific method than most people employ. I am still not quite at 100%, however. So this morning when Z wasn't yet ready to depart, I said, "Well then I'll do some yardwork", as it was 40 degrees and, for once, not raining. So I started deconstructing the compost heap, to take the part of it that is now dirt and put it into the garden which could use some nice dirt now while it's not yet frozen.
So I did that for about half an hour, while Z was getting himself showered and pretty. He came out to say he was ready so I could come in and change my clothes and we could depart. I straightened up and put away my giant galvanized tub-formerly-full-of-recently-decomposed-mud, and was immediately lightheaded.
So i came inside and drank some juice and cleaned up, and was still somewhat lightheaded.
So we went down to Bagel Jay's and had bagels and the such, and I was still not quite ... right. But we bravely went down to Elmwood and embarked upon our trip.
I had developed a supernatural sense of smell. At first I was all right, and would just get quite tired and have to walk slowly, but then we stepped into the pet store to get Cute Things for my Dog-Nieces, and I was completely overwhelmed by The Smell Of Pets OMG. I had to leave abruptly after browsing for about ten minutes, handing Z my wallet and chew toys, and went and sat outside for a long time, collecting myself.
We next went into a clothing store and I wrinkled up my nose and said "oh my, they must have just put a coat of varnish on something", and only realized when Z gave me a very odd look that it must not have been that strong a smell. (He claimed not to smell it at all.) The next place was crowded and smelled of incense, and while it wasn't an unpleasant smell of incense, it was still a little more than I could bear. Thank heavens we made it to Tru-Teas, wherein we sat drinking green tea with freshly grated ginger in it, and Z ate some rice pudding (I had a spoonful-- rice pudding made with wild rice, what genius-- and then regretted having eaten at all, but fortunately didn't lose my hold on any of it, so all was well). We wandered around some more, and eventually spent the whole day. By about 4:30 I was very, very tired, and Could Not Take Any More. We trudged back to the car, and then I thought, Hey, we could go to Nietzche's for the seisun. Haven't been in a few weeks, might be fun.
So we did.
It was a particularly fun seisun, with just the regulars (minus a couple), but Bill the bartender played his accordion, and he did some Christmas songs, and I did a lot of singing. Also Jim who is the cantor at either St. Joseph's or St. Louis's and who never sings sang, and that was absolutely beautiful-- of course he has a stunning voice. He also, more importantly to the story, had brought a crock pot full of something the name of which I forget but which is related to bubble and squeak-- mashed potatoes, cabbage, and ham, all mushed together. I tried some, tentatively, and realized it was precisely what I needed to eat, and it perked me up so thoroughly I do believe I am all better now.
At one point the harper was sitting there noodling around, as he does, and started to play Away In A Manger, but got lost, and started laughing: he'd drifted off into The Streets Of Laredo, which made for a hysterical mashup.
As I walked out in the streets of Laredo,
I spied the Baby Jesus, all wrapped in white linen;
I see by your outfit that we are both cowboys
So stay by my cradle till morning is nigh.
&c. OK, it was pretty dorky, and doesn't actually scan, but it made us laugh, and nobody else in the bar but us, but you know, it was the end of the seisun and anyone really interested in traditional music had left.
Ah well. Good times. Ah. Yep. OK. I have rollergirls tomorrow and I'm realizing that i haven't actually skated in, like, over a week maybe, and I'm also not really sure I'm all the way healthy, but I'm going to try. And oh yes I have to have come up with at least two ideas for team uniforms by then and I cannot believe that for two weeks now I've been trying to do it and have had no really good ideas. Argh! Not feeling it. Oh well. Can you believe how uncreative I am in this grouping? I haven't even mentioned to most of the other rollergirls that I'm a writer. I just never feel very bright, or creative, or anything. I'm out of words; I need a nap; I am going to go try to color in a picture now.
So I did that for about half an hour, while Z was getting himself showered and pretty. He came out to say he was ready so I could come in and change my clothes and we could depart. I straightened up and put away my giant galvanized tub-formerly-full-of-recently-decomposed-mud, and was immediately lightheaded.
So i came inside and drank some juice and cleaned up, and was still somewhat lightheaded.
So we went down to Bagel Jay's and had bagels and the such, and I was still not quite ... right. But we bravely went down to Elmwood and embarked upon our trip.
I had developed a supernatural sense of smell. At first I was all right, and would just get quite tired and have to walk slowly, but then we stepped into the pet store to get Cute Things for my Dog-Nieces, and I was completely overwhelmed by The Smell Of Pets OMG. I had to leave abruptly after browsing for about ten minutes, handing Z my wallet and chew toys, and went and sat outside for a long time, collecting myself.
We next went into a clothing store and I wrinkled up my nose and said "oh my, they must have just put a coat of varnish on something", and only realized when Z gave me a very odd look that it must not have been that strong a smell. (He claimed not to smell it at all.) The next place was crowded and smelled of incense, and while it wasn't an unpleasant smell of incense, it was still a little more than I could bear. Thank heavens we made it to Tru-Teas, wherein we sat drinking green tea with freshly grated ginger in it, and Z ate some rice pudding (I had a spoonful-- rice pudding made with wild rice, what genius-- and then regretted having eaten at all, but fortunately didn't lose my hold on any of it, so all was well). We wandered around some more, and eventually spent the whole day. By about 4:30 I was very, very tired, and Could Not Take Any More. We trudged back to the car, and then I thought, Hey, we could go to Nietzche's for the seisun. Haven't been in a few weeks, might be fun.
So we did.
It was a particularly fun seisun, with just the regulars (minus a couple), but Bill the bartender played his accordion, and he did some Christmas songs, and I did a lot of singing. Also Jim who is the cantor at either St. Joseph's or St. Louis's and who never sings sang, and that was absolutely beautiful-- of course he has a stunning voice. He also, more importantly to the story, had brought a crock pot full of something the name of which I forget but which is related to bubble and squeak-- mashed potatoes, cabbage, and ham, all mushed together. I tried some, tentatively, and realized it was precisely what I needed to eat, and it perked me up so thoroughly I do believe I am all better now.
At one point the harper was sitting there noodling around, as he does, and started to play Away In A Manger, but got lost, and started laughing: he'd drifted off into The Streets Of Laredo, which made for a hysterical mashup.
As I walked out in the streets of Laredo,
I spied the Baby Jesus, all wrapped in white linen;
I see by your outfit that we are both cowboys
So stay by my cradle till morning is nigh.
&c. OK, it was pretty dorky, and doesn't actually scan, but it made us laugh, and nobody else in the bar but us, but you know, it was the end of the seisun and anyone really interested in traditional music had left.
Ah well. Good times. Ah. Yep. OK. I have rollergirls tomorrow and I'm realizing that i haven't actually skated in, like, over a week maybe, and I'm also not really sure I'm all the way healthy, but I'm going to try. And oh yes I have to have come up with at least two ideas for team uniforms by then and I cannot believe that for two weeks now I've been trying to do it and have had no really good ideas. Argh! Not feeling it. Oh well. Can you believe how uncreative I am in this grouping? I haven't even mentioned to most of the other rollergirls that I'm a writer. I just never feel very bright, or creative, or anything. I'm out of words; I need a nap; I am going to go try to color in a picture now.
